This Christmas, the letters to the Magi will be filled with a covert petition. Weather. That which we never want to lose, that we always lack. The only option we contemplate regarding it is to optimize it. Even win it. Because it slips through our fingers and again it is the end of December, it is once again festivities and again the year has gone who knows where. A sensation accentuated for many by the pandemic, that has put lives on hold to a point where it would seem that these two years are just a parenthesis, a subsection. Only it does not clarify too much and complicates everything.
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