Wrapping it all up once again. Two decades and a score. We survived the Apocalypse. We are survivors. Looking back now, the best part of this year was the gypsy eyed girl with the black bandanna that I shared a brief moment with. May you be forever wild. Amen.
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
— Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening