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  • Writer's pictureSophie

Day 478

As the year comes to a close, I find myself in shock that yet another year has passed so quickly. Twelve months have been turned inside out and seven months of chldhood remain. I'm on the cusp of celebrating my last Christmas before adulthood, alongside my young sister who still belives in Santa. She meticiously scatters candy canes around the house for elves and sent her Christmas list in the mail months ago. Sometimes it's like I'm looking back at my young self, enamored with the mysteries of the holidays and soaking up all of the magic it has to offer. I would pay anything to spend one more Christmas filled with childlike wonder, waiting for Santa to come down the chimney.

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