Wake me up when we get there

It’s the last two hours of 2013. I can hear the rest of the family chatting at the other end of the house. I’m in my bedroom/loft/penthouse. We lit a huge bonfire earlier, made of pallets, and heard professional fireworks coming from somewhere nearby. I stared at the fire, thinking about everything and nothing.

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