witness to the arc towards the sun

my birthday has a theme song this year.

and i've decided that 32 is the year i wear scarves.  look out, world.

So raise a glass to turnings of the season
And watch it as it arcs towards the sun
And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason
And your labors will be born when all is done

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun

xo

zan

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