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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Thank you! There should always be cake!
May this coming year be immeasurably better for you.
From your lips to whatever the universe uses for ears.
*hugs*