Fierce as the Baltic sea
It is my birthday. I am forty-four years old, the age some fictional character must be. I woke to a pair of packages, one from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nineweaving that proved to be Vaughn Scribner's Merpeople: A Human History (2020) and from my parents which was a DVD of The Sea Wolf (1941). Hestia was a small black round of purr like an extra present at the foot of the bed. It is bright and brisk and cloudless as all the classical autumns outside.
nineweaving that proved to be Vaughn Scribner's Merpeople: A Human History (2020) and from my parents which was a DVD of The Sea Wolf (1941). Hestia was a small black round of purr like an extra present at the foot of the bed. It is bright and brisk and cloudless as all the classical autumns outside.
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Thank you!
(I was listening to this earlier today, and it happens to be an October-ish song, so I thought you might like it, if you don't know it already!)
I don't think I had heard it and I do like it! "Snow in the sun, October in the rain . . ."
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I'm so glad you do! The same album (which is 20 years old already--how is that possible?), also has a song about train journeys, which you might appreciate too! <3