The New Year ( 55 fiction)

At the stroke of midnight cries of Happy New Year filled the air. She quietly smiled and whispered staring at the stars “The New Year is here, happy or not that only time will tell. But yes a new year like a plain piece of canvas waiting to be painted in myriad hues by me.”

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