Most of this year has felt like an eternal slog through the Slough of Despond with neither the Celestial City nor yet the Wicket Gate in sight. It's a Lost Year in some ways, but if it's Lost then that implies it's possible to be Found which, one can only hope, is a good thing.
Some of the best things of 2011 (in no particular order):
Seeing my
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