Dearest Diary,
It has certainly been a week of celebration. And this morning begins the Advent season for which I wait most of the year. Each year it seems I desire that the next I shall spend on the arm of a suitor. So far I have enjoyed the blessing of independence and it seems this year is no different. I say such statements with tongue in cheek as we are not ignorant of one's desire to be matched with a gentleman at this time of year. But surprisingly I am rather unaffected by such absence this week. I have felt quite wealthy in family and friendships that there is no greater blessing I can imagine. In the days to follow, however I'm sure I will revisit the notion quite regularly. For now I am off to visit the markets. I shall perhaps speak with you again on the morrow.
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