During the twelve days of Christmas and for about a week past Epiphany, Leaves in the Wind will fall largely dormant. A single long entry will appear on the last day of the calendar year, a story in fact, to mark the end of the journal’s first six months. My thanks to those who have subscribed this year, as well as to the readers of the free content. It has been delightful to me to have regular readers to talk to again, and I look forward to 2022. Have a blessed feast or feasts. God bless us every one, as Tiny Tim said.
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Merry Christmas, David. May your inkpot never run dry nor your pen grow still.
i give thanks to God for you, brother David — your writing has been lifegiving to me