But we come for to take a week's pleasure to welcome the incoming year
Merry Christmas! I slept almost nine hours. I do not participate in Yuletide, but I consider myself to have received gifts this year nonetheless because at the request of
reconditarmonia, not one but two persons unknown wrote fic for my story "Where the Sky Is Silver and the Earth Is Brass": "The Cloud Mirror" and "The Fire and the Place in the Forest." Demons and Jewish partisans ahoy! And romance, sometimes, in among the bullets and birch trees.

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I miss seeing you.
Next year with eggnog!
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That's how I feel about it!
*hugs*
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Problem solved!
Next year with eggnog that can be drunk face-to-face like normal people!
*hugs*
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*other than the supermarket sort, that is
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The request alone would have made my winter, but the granting has just been ridiculously good.
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If I get three examples, I'm a genre!
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S'iz undzer khoyv—s'iz undzer parol—tsu bafrayen di shayn fun dem shotn!
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We understand guest-friendship around here!
But yes, next year where we can eat together.
Amen.
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RIGHT. OKAY. NEXT WEEK.
I kind of have a thing this week.
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I'm really very happy about it!
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I do feel very official!
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Thank you! (Yay!)