May the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows. May you lose the fat, split the signal from the noise, cut the jokers from your decks, and surround yourselves with the abundance, health and love that bathes and drowns our spirits each and every second. May you achieve and dream and achieve and dream and achieve and dream yet again. May your breaths be deep, your laughter hearty, and your smiles contagious.
Fuck you, 2016. Fuck me, 2017.
SF Ali

These words are so encouraging. Thank you.

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