Resist the urge to slather on hand cream while in the midst of writing out your holiday cards. Even if your poor Winter-chapped hands look like a creme brulee that's just been given its first whack with a rather mean spoon. Even then. Otherwise... well, otherwise, let me just say that the miserly one extra envelope your card company provided for mistakes is going to fall far short of rescuing you this time...
Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
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