I'll be your sunken peace, painting the sea

[sovay]

It is my birthday. I am forty-one years old, which means I am the age of I have no idea which fictional characters—I will take suggestions, since the only one to occur to me was dubiously omened. This is a harder birthday to celebrate than some years, but I woke to three cards and a book and the air is full of buffeting sunshine. The cats are purring. It must count for something to be still here.

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[swan_tower]

Having not internalized when your birthday is, it's complete coincidence that I happened to receive a (much-delayed) shipment of your books right beforehand, but I read As the Tide Came Flowing in last night and I am reading The Dybbuk in Love right now. I am not sure I will ever know and love anything as deeply as you know and love the sea, but it is gorgeous to read your writing about it.

[sovay]

I am not sure I will ever know and love anything as deeply as you know and love the sea, but it is gorgeous to read your writing about it.

That is a really wonderful thing to read. Thank you. I am so very glad.