Happy New Year, my dears. Whether you’re braving the chill wilds of the wind-funneled Brooklyn streets, snug and warm next to a fire somewhere surrounded by friends and music, or simply breathing deeply in the twilight surveying the past and the future in the prism of waning light, may your new year be always full of the best kinds of adventure.
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Author: loiseaufait
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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Feather By Feather 
Happy New Year!!