We'll start the year where we finished, with Wyatt Townley's The Breathing Field:
Between each vertebra is the through line of your life's story, where the setting sun has burned all colours into the cord. Step over. Put on the dark shirt of stars. A full moon rises over the breathing field, seeps into the clover and the brown lace of its roots where insects are resting their legs. Take in the view. So much is still to be seen. Get back behind your back, behind what is behind you.