Joy.

Long after the December tinsel and baubles have been boxed…

Deep into January, then February and into the far reaches of the year when desperates are vainly trying to capture the spirit of the season with Christmas in July…

I will survive and smile on the beautiful feeling of having worked with clever, curious, creative, kind people who seek to make things well, and better.

The pure Joy.

Thank you - each of you.

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