spatch and I have been married nine years today. We celebrate in our new apartment, in street-flooding sunlight, in these still strange times. Our anniversary gift looks like pottery, which I keep envisioning as potsherds, or perhaps a rhyton in the marine style—dolphins, seaweeds—taken whole from the ash. Here we are, too.
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Thank you! It's been ten overall, it's just that this spring was on fire and we noted the date to ourselves and survived!