A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Saturday, December 31, 2005

New Year's Eve


My dad, Jen, Domhnaill, Mai, Lisa, Eoin... Seamus is inside.

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