Mine is the daytime, yours is the night

[sovay]

spatch and I have been married seven years today. It is not like our anniversaries of years past, but the snow is spiraling beautifully into the blue dusk and we have a plan for dinner and our anniversary gift of the year appears to be copper. And even in this strange year, we are still here.

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[nineweaving]

Silly me. I thought of soldiers, but I forgot there was other leaden toys.

Nine