In time honoured tradition, I am overjoyed to tie up the hard graft of production by returning, unto my sitters, their print. It is by no means a straight forward ritual, and in this day and age one cannot easily hope to escape the convenience of post. As i am sure you well understand. Indeed.
So as an act of final thank you, sitters far and wide, who have dispersed since the project as far as Spain, London and (a family favourite) Granton, your prints are in the post.
And for those whose fingers have still not been pulled out, to use the parlance of our times, your prints are not in the post. Can i have your addresses please!
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