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I don’t like my birthday. It feels just like any other day, with no specific meaning. And yet, people hand me presents and tell me they care. And I only feel like I haven’t achieved anything to deserve it. I do love New Year’s Day. It feels like a new beginning, and a¬†fresh start, with blank pages in a new calendar. This year, on my New Year’s Day walk, through unusually empty streets with firework smoke still lingering in the air, I decided that creating a blog would be one of my resolutions. This year, on my birthday, driving through the empty streets in thekeep reading