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The thought that counts.

I received so many deeply thoughtful gifts this holiday season; a true testament to the beautiful people surrounding me. The least of these were not: a night out with dinner and a show, a couple of titillating vintage magazines, tap shoes (!!!), and lots and lots of glitter.

A gift from a very sweet boy was really over and above: A 1958 book of Rilke poetry wrapped in neon-painted brown paper. At the turn of every page there were vintage surprises to be found: postcards, old photographs, ornate liquor labels, stamps, and even a stray feather. Each linked back to a personal interest or conversation. The Greta Garbo lobby card just sends me still. The Warhol stamps are perfection. After McKuen, Rilke is one of my very favorite poets and I cannot wait to read The Cornet, enfolded in old-book smell and the thought of each treasure that was to be found within.