On New Year's Eve I sat in my office, reading email. Not boring email, but prophetic words that had accumulated in my inbox from trusted sources, held onto unread until the speed of December had slowed. And here we were: on the 31st, a quiet half-day of work to tie up the loose ends of the year. My breakfast of champions was a hastily-grabbed trail mix …
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