Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you’re here glowing near me with some kind of satiated feeling someday. I’m here by the sheer drag of time, like sled dogs going over concrete. I know that will change some day. Somewhere out there is a palm tree with my name on it. And an icy, slushy, smoothy, swampy, wake-widended path to get there. I will inhabit an island named by me in a tropical stream passed by many of you. You are are all welcome to stop by. Just bring some fish, some ice, some beer, some fresh flip flip flops and a little bit of mail and you will always be welcome.
Love you all,
Patrick
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