| My new Year's Eve is always when I stop using socks. Now is the time and has been for a fortnight. It is reliving past experiences, just like everything from now on and for a long time. Spring is still here on the island. The grass is green. The evenings cool. The horses will avoid becoming beef burgers. They will munch in peace. And light will seep in everywhere. Summer knocking on the door. On Lesvos, the island of islands. *  |
| No more socks for a long time. |
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| Every day new, just like yesterday. |
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| A bit of breathing before Summer arrives. |
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| Light and piety. |
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