Imagine for a moment it’s New Year’s Eve. Ten, nine, eight; the bottle of champagne is opened. Seven, six, five; your cell phone receives a text message from a far away friend. Four, three, two; you gather your loved-one close ready for the New Year’s kiss. One; the clock strikes midnight, Auld Lang Syne begins to play and a New Year begins yet again.
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