Some people swear there's no beauty left in the world, no magic. Then how do you explain the entire world coming together on one night to celebrate the hope of a new year? — Claire Morgan Copy Share Image
“We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tamborine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
