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At the altar, last communion for the year passed, hope for the year apporaching hung like a veil in the air. We lift the cup and the bread to our lips, prayed in silence; every single one of us knelt by the altar connected by a delicate silver thread of faith. For 2012, for those we loved and who loved us, for parents, siblings, friends and lovers - we reflect; we keep watch; we start right.
Bless you and your loved ones, and as the Scots poem goes, for Auld Lang Syne.
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