We were all waiting for it. The moment when the clock strikes Twelve. We were waiting to fully say goodbye to a year and the memories it hold, the same moment when we get the chance to be reborn and feel that we have fresh start, a clean slate, a new page to write onto. It was a moment of celebration, goodbyes, and of hope rising rolled into one.
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Hello, I'm Ira.
There are three things that have become constant in my life so far: my love for taking photos, my penchant for traveling, and my utter need for writing. Welcome to my little notebook of dreams and daydreams.