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  • They sat by the fire looking at a number that was a name for the last 365 days of our life. A new number approaching with new days and another life. Maybe their love will last, maybe it doesn't. But they will always remember that it did exist when the year 2011 was burned away. The love will be memory, at first the ending shout loudest but little by little this magic feeling of love will be wrapped in a box. Now and then you take a peek to remember the good and the love.

    You move on, achieve things, climb up a hill or a mountain and focus on the top. Once you reach it you admire the view for a moment but all of a sudden you look back at your path. Then you understand that years is your counting of steps in your life.

    One day your life is fulfilled but your life isn't over yet. Then you start to wander what to do with it. Days go by and you miss your dream, your climb to the hill.

    Either you find a new hill to climb or you rest and life gets meaningless.

    Burn away 2011 I have hills to climb in 2012!
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