Last night, the world rang in the year 2021 together.I don’t believe I’ve heard such noise of celebrationsince the turn of the century, since the infamous Y2K,when a different arbitrary marker of time’s passingwas cause for such wild, fearful abandon. On our farm on the grid of rural gravel lanes,we stood stock still until the motion-sensor lightflicked off, leaving us with the faint flashes of fireworksand the chunky clouds and the rain pelting our faces.The…
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