Does so much of the past year beg to be forgotten? Never to be thought of again?
Swept under the rug. Thrown out with the garbage. Burned. Buried.
...in someone else’s yard.
...in a land far, far away.
I don’t know about you, but it was the hopelessness that threatened to pull me under more than any of the other emotions.
What the past year can be is:
• learned from
I was blown away by a quick look online for the definition of redeem. Want to see it?