They made a circle out of sage and gold
It is my birthday. I am forty years old, which makes me the age of a character in an unpublished novel when their life changes all ways for the better, which I would enjoy as an omen: a second plague celebration was definitely not on the docket last year. I woke to a card from my godmother and a package from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie and a book from my parents. With any luck this wandering cloud-slipping sun will hold long enough for us to get to the sea, as I have been promised. I am still here and especially these days that should count for something.
selkie and a book from my parents. With any luck this wandering cloud-slipping sun will hold long enough for us to get to the sea, as I have been promised. I am still here and especially these days that should count for something.
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Happy birthday.
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*hugs*
Happy birthday.
Thank you.