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For the eve of spring, I luxuriated in the poetry shared at ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radiantfracture's equinoctial salon, sang from Hadestown and read some Akkadian, and walked out with spatch to collect dinner from Guru the Caterer, after which we repaired to TCM for the delightful Ruritanian jazz musical Street Girl (1929). We cheered the second Ned Sparks appeared stonefaced behind his saxophone.
radiantfracture's equinoctial salon, sang from Hadestown and read some Akkadian, and walked out with spatch to collect dinner from Guru the Caterer, after which we repaired to TCM for the delightful Ruritanian jazz musical Street Girl (1929). We cheered the second Ned Sparks appeared stonefaced behind his saxophone.
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It was a pleasure! Thank you for providing the chance.
And who else got to welcome in the spring in Akkadian? (Or at least have it threatened that the dead will come back to life, which amounts to much the same thing.)
Watch out for those daffodils.