This was my loneliest New Year's Eve so far, and, much like Christmas Eve, I only wish it could be lonelier. I also got to be somewhere I'm extremely unlikely to spend another New Year's Eve, even though I'll probably get more than fed up with at other times of the year.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.