Sailing still, so here we are again
It is my birthday. I am forty-three years old, the age of I have no idea which fictional characters. I woke to a card from my godmother and a book of queer horror essays from my parents. At midnight, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch solemnly presented me with a spoonful of cinnamon sugar. Autumn is chasing itself through the clouds outside.
spatch solemnly presented me with a spoonful of cinnamon sugar. Autumn is chasing itself through the clouds outside.
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Thank you!