I look in your eyes and there's fish in the glass

[sovay]

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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[sovay]

Congratulations!

Thank you!