oh, happy new year, mister, i love you so much. i love how you usually walk directly in my footsteps and then again go your own way and in the snow i can watch our steps diverge and converge like a still photo that recalls a movie we revisit each day though sometimes we can't see the plot or our footsteps and you still follow mine and i yours and we go our own ways each being different every day appearing and dissolving within the same film.
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