in the nothing of the year - by Helena Fitzgerald
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I'm so glad you were born
snow in manhattan, 2023 happy friday, everybody. this is the weekly (usually, although to 100% guarantee something to read from this newsletter every week, you’d have to subscribe or upgrade to the paid version). this week it snowed, and it was my birthday, and it’s embarrassing to celebrate, or even mention, one’s own birthday, but this essay is about all of those things. those things are also, however, the reason this essay is a few days later than I intended it to be. For that same reason, I’m extending the sale, which I meant to remind all of you about one more time on Tuesday, until…
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