Merry Xmas eve, Beavers. It's been ten weeks since I've seen you. I miss you - sort of. I'm doing well, things are good, but I feel sort of lonesome sometimes. Sometimes I think it would be nice to see you, but when I try and project myself into your office, I find I don't have anything to say. I hope you're well.
Best,
Argo
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"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." - Francisco de Goya
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