Glitter-Ball Three…two…one…the glitter-ball drops, Lighting upturned faces, lifting hearts, With kisses and tears, hopes and fears, It brings with it, that so-needed hope. The good and the bad, and the in-between, The brief and the enduring, intersect, Intersect, like life in its inscrutability, Intersect, at the crossroads of the world.
Monthly Archives: December 2023
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