And all the birds are singing, so I sang along
It is my birthday. I am forty-two years old, which makes me the age of I have no idea which fictional characters. I woke to a card from my godmother and a book from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
choco_frosh, which delighted me even before I opened it by being an accidentally large print edition formerly of a library in Pontypool. It is a hard year to want to celebrate. I am eating a homemade pear butter sandwich. The sky is overcast, but pieces of autumn keep slipping through.
choco_frosh, which delighted me even before I opened it by being an accidentally large print edition formerly of a library in Pontypool. It is a hard year to want to celebrate. I am eating a homemade pear butter sandwich. The sky is overcast, but pieces of autumn keep slipping through.
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Happy birthday!
What if I had known at the age of not-quite-eight that you were appearing in the world that day? Who could have told my delight and my impatience to know you?
Anyway you're great
Hmm I want to have a good answer for this or if none exists to conspire one into being, like Goncharov. What sort of character would be ideal?
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Aaagh.
*hugs*
Thank you.
Hmm I want to have a good answer for this or if none exists to conspire one into being, like Goncharov. What sort of character would be ideal?
I don't know! One of my earliest identifiable favorite characters was Schmendrick the Magician! It's all a bit of a disaster!