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jacklucky says...

Even in the expedition reached me strange rumors: in a small village on the Cape Schmidt, on the shore of the Chukchi Sea, lives a brave and prickly guy named Nicholas Machulyak. He joined the gang, which is engaged in fishing of sea animals, but its share is often taken not valuable skins, and almost unnecessary nerpa meat, made friends with a white Dipper, goes to visit her, feeding the condensed milk, playing with her cubs, and so tamed the beast that he takes it almost as a ...

In August, our field season came to an end. Terrain threw a party to Cape Schmidt, and yet was still time before the next flight "to the mainland, I decided to check the veracity of these rumors.

Nicholas lived by the sea, in a small house, the hall which had been completely demolished by the ice. They piled up under the roof, threatening to eventually grind nehitroe housing. Boss, in my opinion, it is not very worried. He openly mocking me, bored look and said with an effort, in monosyllables, and our conversation initially flagged. I could understand his thorniness: since the bears by Nikolai became a prominent figure at Cape Schmidt, got into the habit for him to walk all those who more or less owns the pen and tape recorder.

Knowing that I was from geopartii, Machulyak reassured.

- Volodya, - he said warmer voice - see the notebook. What is unclear - ask. And I'll tell ...

- In December 1974 the Chukchi hunter-killed white bear, destroy it yaranga. After she left Pestunov - a young bear, which I fed five months: hunt it has not yet learned. Her name was Masha. In the spring of 1975 it had gone, and almost a year later I again saw her.

- So straight and saw?

- Well, I saw and felt the beginning: someone looks at me. Directly touching eyes. Toros white, white bear, two Uholka eyes. And suddenly the bear catches up to me. Often a person can not discern the intentions of the beast, but here I felt: this is not an attack. All bears are usually on one person ... but then realized - Masha! I stopped her movement sticks. Always wear a stick with him. Lightweight, sixty centimeters.

- Well, Mary?

- Masha was at a loss - it was clear from her face, at will stick around, come closer to me. She obviously recognized me ... And yet it was frightening. After 11 months have passed since our last meeting. I immediately brought the meat out of the trap. She willingly ate. Dates look in, look in my diary ...

«25.II.76. Today went to Masha. 10 cans of condensed milk. Milk eats out of the jar from his hands. Not aggressive. I opened the jar in one motion hunting knife, so there was no burrs.

27.II. He brought 10 kilograms of seals.

28.II. Masha is already waiting. Tried to iron - do not allow it.

29.I. The sea is very poor this year. Pestsov scored only two. Bears probably will still be coming through the Strait of Long. They say at Cape Blossom them by the thousand.

1.III. Today I work, I can not come. Miss.

3.III. He came with his father. Masha shook hands with a paw. Allows you to go next. This is something that means.

5.III. Someone scared Masha dogs. Nowhere is not. Strongly purzhit, it makes no sense to look.

- By the way, and the dogs - a formidable opponent for the polar bear?

- I do not think so. In my opinion, She did not come with them to fight simply because they do not want to break-our relationship. Winterers Kolyuchin Island from the island told that they have eleven dogs attacked the bear, and he dealt with everyone, almost without having any visible damage. The sharp disparity in force. Well, like a motorcycle and a tank. A bear - an experienced fighter. Once, two years ago, I saw him motion pads wasted once two or three attacking dogs. Dogs can only stop the bear, that man took him ... Masha is very strong. A small bear, 150 pounds total, but simply left paw shifted 300-pound ice block, when I purposely poddalblival ice and kept there seal.

- A Masha tebya zhdala ever?

- Probably. But in an open field just once or twice. Usually, she has appeared on the leeward side and always unexpectedly.

"March 8. Women's Day. Gifts for Masha lot. She took sugar, very carefully stretched lips.

9-13.III. Blizzard.

- Kohl, apparently, you're out of all the animals distinguish bears? Is this true?

- Not exactly. But polar bears love ... They have different charges: that something had eaten there destroyed, brutally crushed the dogs, uvoroval supplies. Of course, the polar bear - a dangerous animal, but usually it is not deterred without adequate justification. Or you came close to a den, or violated the rules of hunting. Stories of aggressiveness - largely fabrications "hunters", shooters on the cans.

- Have you met a lot of polar bears?

- At different times - seven. But I had not crossed a threshold security that they themselves like to spend, in addition, comply with the chain of command, or something. After all, they are the princes of the ice. And the whole earth there probably stronger predator polar bears. He is two and a half times heavier than our simple-brown bear ... And if the bear does not want to join with me in any relationship, I retreat immediately, but do not hurry, be sure to face him, and struggled trying to keep calm.

- Are?

- Still alive, however.

- Now explain to me. Why to Masha, which you know two years, approached with caution?

- Beast is a beast. But every time I have been building up before the meeting. I mentally say to Masha, and not only her, but any bear: "Friendship of your request. Here's my pre-writing hand - palm up, no weapon in her tin of condensed milk, which you love. You're beautiful, strong and dear to me a beast. I want to have in you, friend, and in friendship or rather I will not. "

- And the bears feel it?

- Read more.

«14.III. He came to Masha's lair, carrying meat. Instead Masha from its lair came a robust hudyuschaya bear, ragged, yellow, and ran directly at me. Barely drive it away with a stick. Meat took, ate, but all of her shooting up drugs.

- What happened?

- Probably, Maria Mikhailovna, as I mentioned hefty bear, Masha chased from its lair, and she was older and stronger. Also had more rights to "living space", as I suspected that it already has cubs.

- Scared?

- Surprisingly, no. Rather surprised, even offended. I am saying to you with good, with meat, though its Masha his bear, and you ... mad eyes, stood on its hind legs ... I looked at his left leg, is about to crack. Bears because left-hander ... Then he walked backwards, strange eyes, eat, however, and pounding, pounding her. I was walking home like a statue. Houses have already sat down, his legs trembled, zaboyalsya.

- So, bear a very fine shades of feeling for human relationships?

- In my opinion, yes.

«18.III. Wore meat. Closer than eight meters Maria Mikhailovna not let.

19.III. Wore a walrus meat. Eats badly. Wore a seal, eats poorly.

20.III. Comes with a photographer. Drove, barely stopped stick. Dispersed way: I'm going backwards, Maria Mikhailovna doing the same thing.

25.III. The administration was looking at Maria Mikhailovna of the office in a telescope. Scared that digs nearby. Where's Mary?

26.III. Today, though angry, and took the meat out of the hands. I went to look for Masha.

28.III. Apparently, Maria Mikhailovna struggled lair with a brand-new. Around tufts of wool, broken ice. Maria Mikhailovna klochkastaya.

1.IV. Warm day. Maria Mikhailovna was already waiting at the den. Fast, but not aggressively approached by two meters. Again brought again approached.

2.IV. I work, sometimes watching through binoculars. Maria Mikhailovna all aim at the village.

3.IV. Fed, photographed, came with his father.

4.IV. Approaching the lair in a jeep, eight people - with carbines, just in case. Maria Mikhailovna visitors not taken - not left to them.

7.IV. Two days after the arrival vezdehodchikov Maria Mikhailovna left the old lair. All these days searching for her. Found already out to sea, one kilometer from the village. Rather, it found. I went from the side, behind - not noticed how ".

- Kohl, describe Maria Mikhailovna, what is it?

- Well, healthy, at 300 kilograms, can be seen on the trail. Very independent and strong - otelas. Took the food and even eagerly, but as a tribute, as if doing a favor. To my father, a patient treated with disdain. Posture domineering, conscious of its strength, nee Princess. My parishes began to take for granted ...

«8.IV. Discovers Maria Mikhailovna with two cubs. Not let. Meat left for a hundred meters. He said: "Maria Mikhailovna, dine caruncle, nerpa liver, because you love her."

9.IV. Afar deduct Maria Mikhailovna on film.

11.IV. This invasion. Droves to watch "and cubs. However, while from afar.

15.IV. Goes straight to me. Bear kept at a distance.

16.IV. My wife swears. Good, said no end ...

18.IV. Today is the first time Maria Mikhailovna allowed to approach the bear. Greeted him with a "hand". Climbs mischief. The second (probably female) clings to its mother.

19.IV. Maria Mikhailovna eating moss, although the meat was. And generally it does not eat any beef or venison, only marine animals.

21.IV. Someone fired a flare and brought dogs. Cartridge cases, traces. Maria Mikhailovna deigned to be discontented.

22.IV. Den dug further into the sea.

24.IV. Returned to the old place. Requires condensed milk and sugar. He climbed in the den, where a litter of white wool. Bear climbs on his back on his head. Maria Mikhailovna jealous.

29.IV. All these days goes a lot of people, and I go with them, because many belong to Maria Mikhailovna lightly, but because she did not hand protein. It happened accidentally crushed by someone - shoot, you know. Houses almost nonexistent. My wife is jealous. "

Long ago I had to say goodbye, but I did not go nedosprosil, we see something.

- Listen, and what destiny Masha?

Nicholas turned away, paused, and some wooden voice, as if pushing the language of words, said:

- I do not know. Two months after her disappearance someone shot a small bear. Zoom Masha, Masha and could grow during this time, but the skin is yellowish, and Masha was snow white. Though for a moment opened her eyes to ... I'm very sorry that he had not insisted in his time - not tied to her neck, a red belt. Masha was trusting because ...

- But it could turn yellow?

- No! - He turned sharply. - No! No! - With pain and hope almost cried.

In local Aeroflotskiye hotel and "Anushka" during the flight I kept thinking about Nicholas and was trying, perhaps, his behavior toward you.

I remembered the two pilots Spit, where a helicopter saw the bear hunts seals. Golden Sun. From the slowness of the beast is not gone. It was all in plexus fast and furious muscle, all in an unbridled ecstasy attack - three-dimensional power, able to explode a lightning strike.

I remembered the fear of sticking his first hunt Kamchatka bear-korovoubiytsu and carbine, danced in my hands, and imagined a light stick in the hands of Nicholas ..

Source: http://www.vokrugsveta.ru/vs/article/5522/

               
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These photos are from a book called “Owen & Mzee”, a book about these two animals and their friendship.

http://www.owenandmzee.com/omweb/

             
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     Tomorrow is both the celebration of my dear friend Corrine's birthday, and also the celebration of me giving birth to my son, Loran.  What a gift to have them both having a birthday on the same day.  I believe that each of us has a gift to bring to the world, and so it is important to acknowledge how amazing and courageous it is for a soul to make the decision to come to this planet to grow and share their light with the world, and to bring forth their special gifts.

     I met Corrine in Telluride, CO, in 1984.  We met while I was going through a very challenging relationship and living in a difficult situation in Rico, CO, just south of Telluride.  Rico was a very small town at the time, and probably still is. Corrine was such a gift to me, so insightful, supportive, challenging.  She was the light that shone during a very dark time, that made it safe for me to heal and step forward on my path.  We stayed in touch throughout the years, but not often.  She is now back in my life and we talk every two weeks, and it is such a gift.  She is older and going through her own health challenges and yet her mind is still nimble.  She can remember conversations we had back then; my circumstances, my learning, and has been a precious mirror to show me how much I have healed. She is also an avid cheerleader, applauding all my growth, and helping me see how much I have changed, as well as reminding me of my special gifts and talents.  I feel like Spirit has brought us back into each other's lives at an important time, so that we could support each other through our present transformation and challenges.

     I met my son 38 years ago.  I loved being pregnant and even wrote a paper for a college class about all the physical and emotional changes I was going through.  It was during my Catholic phase, so as I would go for five mile walks each day, with my dogs, Oblio and Arlo, I'd talk to my son and say the rosary.  So there we were, Mother Mary, Oblio, Arlo, my inutero son and I, together in the desert as we bonded.  After 4 months of Braxten Hicks contractions, and 17 hours of hard labor, my son was born the day before Thanksgiving, and boy was I grateful to finally meet him.  It was love at first sight, just as the love had grown over those nine months of conversations. 

     The relationship hasn't turned out how I thought it would but for many years we were the best of friends.  No one could make me laugh as much as him. I always loved being a Mom. I read to him most nights and also sang and played guitar for him, until he went to college.  We had great fun playing games and football catch, singing songs, reading books, taking several week long road trips after I'd check him out of school, cross country skiing excursions, and hiking sometimes 7 days a week. We loved birthday celebrations so much that we'd often celebrate his birthday twice a year, making up a random date for the second birthday celebration. In a way we grew up together.  I am so grateful for the learning that takes place in motherhood, as you experience being responsible for someone else.  We were always aware of other lives we'd shared, so we knew the bond was an old one.

   What a precious gift it is to get to journey through life with these people,... to cry, to laugh, to travel through both the dark and light.  So, tonight, on the eve of their birthdays, I want to take the time to salute them, thank them, and wish for them a more peaceful path to walk, open doors to joyful opportunities, love to expand their hearts even more and light to show them the way.

Katelon T. Jeffereys

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G says...

Today is another day when I wake up wishing I could just sleep through the day.  Later I am going to get some booze to try to drown out the voices in my head... I struggle with the evidence of my life...I try to drown them out with noise but my lonliness is too deafening.. strangers on youtube are kinder to me.. give more to me than those who know me... it makes it worse cause how come those who know me can't even send an email saying how am I doing.. I am turning inwards.. unable to ever let myself get close to anyone again.. new people try to talk to me but I cannot get close to anyone again.. I am too wrecked inside... See not anyone can cure the lonliness, it is the people who are in your life.. the people.. fuck I don't care anymore.. I need to drink excessivily... until I feel nothing inside...it is the only joy I have...

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Passepartout says...



I’ve always been cautious on Facebook, setting my ‘friend’ criteria to real friends and family. By ‘friend,’ I mean someone with whom I have a mutual, personal relationship. I toss off Facebook requests from co-workers, acquaintances and relationship collectors. I ignore ‘friend suggestions,’ too. I have to know you, have met you, like you or be related to you to invite you in. Those are my rules for my Facebook.

Well, my rules need tightening. Last week I ‘de-friended’ someone I knew and liked for a long time. I may have been impulsive when I did it, but thinking it over, I don’t know what else I could have done. I lost some sleep last week about the whole thing. Here’s what happened:

My friend and I are nearly opposite in our political views. I knew this for a while, and it was never a problem. Face-to-face and e-mail discussions were always candid and friendly. Trusting. For over fifteen years we kept it that way. I think she is misguided for someone so smart and funny, but the world is full of all kinds of people, yes? This past last spring we connected via Facebook.

She was different, somehow, on Facebook: she’s more active there than me; she adores the silly games; she must have hundreds of friends; and, she is much more open about her life then I could ever be.

Last week she posted a video making fun of a certain type of people, people who share the same philosophies as me. The video deployed a number of insulting epithets, too. Worst was the conversation stream of her ignorant friends, none of whom I know. I felt the insults were coming at me, in MY Facebook wall.

This was not the first time. So I de-friended her. I blocked her. If she said those things in my living room, I would ask her and her friends to leave. If I were at a party, I would walk away.

And there lies the problem I have with the new ‘social’ Facebook throws at us. It’s an artifice, an intentional distortion of the way people really want to see each other. Robots are clumsy with human relationships. Facebook pulled away the gauzy curtain we hung between us.

Well, she knows I cut the cord. I told her. She sent me an email right away but I haven’t answered because I am so angry.

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G says...

Good world.. she still has not written.. I think it is me.. even though I do not know what I could of said.. but when your me you always start and end with you...cause it is always me that is the problem.. I do not have the courage or self trust to be able to call out someone else.. or maybe doing that would mean truths I am not ready to face... maybe I do not trust myself but the cruel truth of all is I have to wake up tomorrow and go through the same self doubt and madness all over again...

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G says...

If they had drugs you could take to stop all emotion in me I would likely cure cancer.. the hardest part of depression is the time you lose.. and the fact people don't ever understand what depression is... they think it is how you think.. the same people who don't think you can change cancer.. think depression is not real.  It is an illness you fools.. emotion makes us all do things.. well what if you had a wterfall of emotion like on a teater totter and what if it went back and forth.. and you were a slave to it.. well that is how depression works for me.. one second I can conquer the world.. usually when I fall asleep.. and in the mornings I think I am the most worthless person in the world.. and you spend the whole day trying to get back to believing your worthwhile... but then it is time to go to bed and your usually locked in the grips of your vices.. I just feel like giving up.. cause I am never going to be normal.. I am never going to be able to have a relationship... my madness has gotten worse with age... because it is harder to trust life.. harder to find a reason to fight... for a man the best years of your life are when you were young and agile.. and being physical meant something but as you get older their is no point... the thrill of life is gone.. there are no more battles to be fought.. the romance of the world is lost..

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G says...

I know she is really busy and that is why she doesn't write much.. 4th year law and she is always like this during exams.  Locks herself away from the world but it hurts still.  Why doesn't she just say hey I am busy for the next few weeks.. but I don't know how to express my feelings on this because I don't know what is right or wrong.. I don't really have any self confidence in that matter.. reltionships of any kind stress me out.. I wish I did not feel lonely.. the mornings are the worst.. the way I wake up and one event can shape my day.. how before it starts the day is determined. I want to go back to bed but I have to get up.. my back hurts.. from laying down watching movies but I can't face life.. it is too much..so today will be another day lost to the claws of madness in my fractured mind.  they call me igebadia and I suffer from depression

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Milly says...

 

Can I make a confession? I don’t really like Christmas. 

 

Oh - I love advent; I love the build up and the anticipation of the season; I love the decorations and the lights; I love the excitement when you talk to people; I love parties and coffee mornings and the fact that for a whole month you have a ready made excuse to enjoy each other’s company, to simply celebrate at any moment; I love the treat food, the beautiful wrapping paper, I even love (some of) the music; I love the time set aside to remember Jesus’ birth, and the extra frisson of joy in the church meetings. 

 

But Christmas itself.... well in truth it doesn’t live up to the hype. 

 

Firstly there’s the stress of buying presents - for soooo many reasons. 

1)It’s expensive - and we rarely have the money to buy the things we want for people. So we either get into debt, or we don’t buy the perfect present - or any present at all - and that’s depressing. 

 

2) Instead of being a small gift, an expression of generosity and love and gratitude to those we love - it is a list of obligations and duties; you HAVE to buy for some people whether you like them or not; you have to buy presents even if they don’t need anything and you have no idea what they’d like. There has to be a gift under the tree, even if it’s the most banal, useless ‘present-for-the-sake-of-it’ gift that ever was. Because it’s about socially acceptable behaviour at the end of the day.

 

3) There’s the pressure of making sure you spend the right amount of money. Not too little - can’t be stingy - but not too much - that’s been cocky or splashing your cash around. And you really should try to  match the value of the gift you will receive in exchange.... 

 

4) There’s the opposite problem as well - perhaps you can afford to buy that perfect gift, but the person you want to buy for is a bit strapped for cash at present. Now here’s your conumdrum. No matter how much you protest, if you buy that gift then your friend feels obliged to buy in return; now instead of a gift of love it is a burden to them that they must add you to a list the can’t afford. So now the greatest generosity you can show is to not buy them a present. How miserable!

 

5) Then there’s the British politeness in receiving gifts. We’re useless at it, really! The reason I buy gifts, is because I like to, and the thing I like the most is seeing the pleasure it brings the recipient. But in British culture it seems to be such a terribly rude thing to actually show such pleasure, to let slip through facial expression or word that you’re actually really chuffed that someone has given you a present. Last year when giving out gifts people would tuck them away quietly and pretend that it hadn’t happened. I might have got the odd polite thank you note after event. I even had one lovely friend turn around and say ‘you naughty girl, you shouldn’t have’ - and not with a cheeky wink either.  Why can’t you just say ‘thank you!’ and smile? It felt quite demoralising to be called naughty. It felt like I had been robbed of the one thing I wanted - to see that  I had made someone feel good. 

 

6) Oh, and don’t get me started on Secret Santas! Such a nasty concept. I understand where it comes from, but I just don’t like them. Being told you are only allowed to buy for this one person - who invariably is the equivalent of Bob from Accounting who you’ve never talked to - you don’t know him, don’t know what he likes, and wouldn’t have been buying for him if it weren’t for the Secret Santa police. Then you’re not allowed to buy for those people who you would have liked to buy for. And to top it off, putting a budget on it - no going over £5....! Why? Because of this stupid notion of ‘fairness’ in gift giving. Look - if you want to buy a present for £5 and then I buy one for £50 - what’s the problem? It’s my choice! Does it make it ‘unfair’ that the gift you received was more expensive than the one you gave? Where does this notion come from? Why not say instead that people are under no obligation to buy an expensive present. Spend what you like - and if that is £1 or £10 then that’s up to you! I’ll let you into a secret - I don’t think I have ever kept to the budget on a Secret Santa...

 

I hate it. I really do. The essence of why we give gifts at all is lost. Generosity, love, gratitude for a year of friendship - hidden in a mass politics and social constrictions. Which is annoying, because I love to give gifts. 

 

The other aspect of Christmas that leads me to the position of not being a Christmas fan is  this - the ultimate way to enjoy myself is to spend time with my friends, with those I love. But at Christmas we are all supposed to see The Family. But what happens if you don’t get on with your family? Again due to social pressure you are forced to spend the day with people you don’t particularly get on with. It’s at best awkward or boring, at worst a World War in the brewing. 

 

Steve & I took the decision the first year we were married that we would not spend Christmas day with either family - not get into the “whose turn is it this year?” battle between the in-laws. So Christmas Day is ours, just the two of us, to spend where we wish. Sounds nice, hey? But where we would wish to spend it is with our friends - and where are they? With their families of course! So in fact, Christmas Day is quite often just the two of us. I do love spending time with Steve, don’t read this wrong. But it means that Christmas Day is quite a quiet affair, dinner, followed by watching TV, chilling out till bed time. Which is pleasant; but as it’s something we do fairly regularly, it does feel just a little bit of an anti-climax after a month of build up! 

 

(Before I get myself into too much hot water here, let me just say that there are some family members with whom I love to spend time, and indeed we spend a day with them every year. But Christmas Day they are invariably spending with their family too, just like the above mentioned friends. x) 

 

Last year we spent a lovely day with friends, invited into their family to celebrate. And it was a wonderful day. In fact, I’d say it’s up there in the top 2 or 3 Christmases I’ve had in my adult life. It felt like - well, like what Christmas should be. 

 

So I guess in summary what I should say is - I love the idea of Christmas. I love the Christmas that we read about in books and see in movies. I love the concept and the tradition. But I have realised that the day itself rather fails to live up to its publicity. It is stressful in the run up, quiet on the day, and stressful on the days following as we ‘do the rounds’ of family. 

 

But here’s the crazy thing.  Ever the optimist, every year - without fail - I still enjoy the build up and anticipation, and live with the expectation that this year will be The Year - when Christmas really is good. And perhaps it will be... 

 

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Milly says...

With money worries everywhere, buying Christmas presents has become ever more stressful. The trouble is - we enjoy giving gifts! It is a pleasure and a joy to be generous. So when the purse just won’t stretch to the ever lengthening Christmas list, it makes us sad to not be able to give. 

 

But here’s the good news. You have the ability to give the most precious gifts in existence. And they won’t ever show up on your credit card bill! 

 

My Christmas List

 

Spend time with me

Wander round the shops with me

Spend an evening chatting with me over wine and a takeaway

Watch a movie with me

Share your scrapbooking inspiration with me

Allow me to share in the joy of family life with you

Be on the end of a phone when I need you

Turn to me when you are in need

Smile when you see me

Give me a hug hello or goodbye at the door

Share a joke with me

Meet me for lunch in the middle of a busy day

Let me be your shoulder to cry on

Make me laugh until I’m crying

Have a tissue handy when I sneeze

Tell me the things I need to hear

Listen to me

Talk to me

Laugh with me

Notice when I’ve had my haircut

Send me a text for no better reason than to say hi

Pray for me and with me

Share your dreams with me

Don’t laugh at me when I fail

Encourage me when I doubt

Love me

Let me love you

 

You may not be able to wrap these up and put them under the tree - but nothing in a box or stocking could compare to these gifts with which I have been blessed all year through. 

 

This Christmas just know that my most treasured gift has been and will be - your friendship. 

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