I want your Christmas letters. I want your best-crafted, most thoroughly curated cardboard mockups of yourselves. I want your your glossings-over and your under-reportage, your artful excisions and misleading interpolations. I want it all, friends.
Why don't you give it to me?
I'll resort to playground antics. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
I'm writing to you from the great
We found a wonderful rental
William is learning
Ampney has spent the year
I hope to hear from you soon.
Love to you