What has always happened, happens still. A new year, a new day, snow falls, dirt rises, every single thing that has come to pass will come to pass again, whether we wait for it or not.
Traditions, woven like threads in a rich fabric, create an inseparable bond between the past and present. Our memories are nourished by the stories of yesterday, illuminating each day and shaping the narratives for tomorrow.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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