The confetti has settled on the floor, a faded echo of the night's bright glow. It looks like dirty, rainbow-colored snow. The glasses are empty, every last drop drained, and in the silence, the aftertaste of wine lingers. We chased a faster life this past year, hoping for a brighter feeling, but all that remains is this quiet room. I scroll through my phone, and a ghost from last January appea...
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