It's time to write the Christmas letter. That summation of the year where exaggerated feats abound, like swimming with the dolphins, dining with celebrities, inventing the next thing that changes the world. Although I did not save any lives this year as in years past, I have seen things, as Rimbaud said, "that men have thought they saw".
Like the hawk at the entrance to Rosebud, a harbinger of things to come.
Or the immature bald eagle that launched from his perch to grab a squirrel drinking at the edge of the water, immerse the squirrel in the water until it drowned, and carry it away, dripping and heavy, into the woods. Dining with celebrities.
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