<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[the feminist librarian]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://thefeministlibrarian.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Anna Clutterbuck-Cook]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://thefeministlibrarian.com/author/feministlib/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[JT @ 26]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://thefeministlibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/d5820-joseph_sunflwr.jpg"><img src="https://thefeministlibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/d5820-joseph_sunflwr.jpg?w=225" border="0" /></a> It was eleven years ago, around this time of year, that I exchanged the first letter with my friend Joseph as part of a long-distance writing group. Didn&#8217;t take us long to figure out that we&#8217;d stumbled into something worth hanging onto.  Hundreds of letters (not to mention emails) later, we&#8217;re still hanging on and I&#8217;m grateful every day to have such a friend in my life.     </p>
<p><b>Many happy returns of the day, J.</b>  Hope your spring garden is blooming enthusiastically and that you and Jason are throwing a big party in your new house. May there be lots of cake.</p>
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