Poetry- A December Dream

As December came knocking on the door, and the year slowly came to the beginning of the end, I realized just how swiftly a year flies by.

Each year, leaving something behind for us to remember, collecting the memories like snow globes, so that we, every once in a while, can revisit what was, but no longer is.

This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.


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