the end of a year in which there was one snowfall; the end of the year in which we married. the year in which four scarcely noticed seasons recorded a single solemn poem of departure. outside, the melting snow
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[ your words are, as ever, something divine and seemingly of another realm. i wish, as i always do upon reading what it is that you conjure here, that i knew you better. i hope that this new year treats you with warmth and offers you wonder. ]
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beautiful, as always. i'm not sure if i ever commented before, but your wedding photos were wonderful and i'm so happy for your happiness.
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& thanks for your good wishes, too. i am still very much enamored by our wedding photos, myself, and indeed i am still happy.
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remember we are to see 34th street tomorrow, so one of us should call.
you should write here more often. you are missed. but i know why you don't.
busy busy chicken.
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it's looking like tomorrow will be a late getting-started day, but we'll find each other eventually.
and happy new year. :)
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I realized think, "Oh man, a new ricepaper!" like it's an event.
I tell all my friends, too. Whenever I show anybody LiveJournal, I always say, "Oh, and you have to check this out..."
-Max
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I hope your new year is full of hope and happiness. :-)
-Max
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xo.
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