I have to write a few christmas cards today and I'm wondering I can borrow your salutation? "I'm looking forward to a new year absolutely full of shit, and wish [you] the same." Ha. Congratulations on five years of turtle paradise! I really had no idea. I fit squarely into the demographic you mentioned: "readers who are mostly other writers looking for something good to read" and haven't been disappointed. Along with the permacultural tips and tricks I've enjoyed the poetry. "The beeches which light up the forest like lanterns" is a very pretty phrase I want you to know. You are a keen observer. Your photos are quite lovely. I did not know that horses do better on poor forage, and I will try to follow your good advice on how not to be discouraged about the substack mutual admiration society notifications which keep coming in encouraging my maximum production and engagement. I too am scaling back. My new year's resolution about my own writing is: less fretting, more fun. Best wishes to you and yours for the holidays!
I have to write a few christmas cards today and I'm wondering I can borrow your salutation? "I'm looking forward to a new year absolutely full of shit, and wish [you] the same." Ha. Congratulations on five years of turtle paradise! I really had no idea. I fit squarely into the demographic you mentioned: "readers who are mostly other writers looking for something good to read" and haven't been disappointed. Along with the permacultural tips and tricks I've enjoyed the poetry. "The beeches which light up the forest like lanterns" is a very pretty phrase I want you to know. You are a keen observer. Your photos are quite lovely. I did not know that horses do better on poor forage, and I will try to follow your good advice on how not to be discouraged about the substack mutual admiration society notifications which keep coming in encouraging my maximum production and engagement. I too am scaling back. My new year's resolution about my own writing is: less fretting, more fun. Best wishes to you and yours for the holidays!
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