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“Happy New Year’s!”

“There’s nothing new under the sun.”

“I am new.”

She grasped my cheeks and squinted her one graying brown eye as if gazing into the sun. Maybe I was her sun?

“No…you’ve been here before. Hello, old friend.”

She smiled at me, and I was filled.

She, then, began to frown and stutter.

I turned away remembering the chill of her fingertips on my face.