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Fire and smoke, ceremony and celebration, and the pitter patter of little feet (well, eventually). So begins the last year of the millennium.
Here we go again.
Idle hands have I not.
Part month, part verb.
From Holy Week to 'holy cow!'
Quite a trip.
Much done, little said.
More than halfway there.
Not quite down under.
Back into the academic groove.
Frighteningly free of spooks.
Twenty-five years and counting.
Century twenty-one, here we come.
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