twenty-twenty-one in incomplete, optimistic review
We made it through another year, everyone. It was better than its predecessor in some ways, worse in others, the same in most. Weeks, months, years have blended into themselves in an almost absurd montage that feels both like it’s lasted a decade and like the part in New Moon where SMeyer signifies Bella’s depression by just writing the month on a blank page.
So here’s my list of things from this year. In no particular order, and often referencing things I’ve already written about.
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