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Christmas Card 2008

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Published: Nov 4, 2009

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Last year's card, with text:

"Haply I think on thee, and then my state
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings." - Sonnet XXIX, Shakespeare

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