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On the eve
of the extra day,
a day made out of nothing,
all these seconds and minutes
saved up over four years,
a day made up of the fragments of every other day we have lived,
slivers hardly noticed,
yet a whole day’s worth;
let us make the shards of all these days
into something special:
dare us not waste
this miracle of time -
a day that is made up
of empty seconds
and insignificant minutes -
by ignoring this redemption of wasted hours
in which to live fully
this unique day
made of extra time,
with which to bless the world
with an extra day of love,
of justice,
of jubilee.





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