January seems so long ago. For a year in which nothing happened, a lot happened. And a lot of what happened was not good.
Before moving on, let's take some time out to stop -- not to remember, but to forget. The memory of our collective trauma will force itself back in on our consciousness soon enough. Soon enough for what, I tremble to say. But before we settle on wagers for what the coming year will bring, let's turn off the anxiety for just a moment and bask in the sun in the perennially temperate clime of our imaginations.
From La Femme and the French Riviera, Sácatela.
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