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Each holiday I look forward to the task of gathering addresses and sending paper greetings into the sleepy mailboxes of those whose voices are often lost in the scattered busyness of my days. This year I find myself distracted by names unlisted in my address book, forgotten friendships and faded intimacies cast in nostalgia and weighted in gratitude.  Each name written into the story of my life, unspoken memories named in my thoughts. More than recipients of thanks, they are addresses of the heart.

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