The things that truly last when men and times have passed

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This was one of those almost perfect days. I spent it with fleurdelis28 in Old Saybrook, where she has ancestral ties; we walked up and down the sea-coast at Saybrook Point, looked through gravestones in the Cypress Cemetery, and drove briefly through similarly ancestral Essex on our way back to Boston, where we avoided Woonsocket and determined to try for Providence next time. There was a swan in the salt marshes. We turned a corner and the air smelled of newly cut hay, and the cider that the earth starts to smell like in autumn, and the breeze from the sea. And I came home to Sirenia Digest #22, which contained "The Salt House" and greygirlbeast's beautifully onionskin "Untitled Grotesque," and I have no idea what I will do tomorrow. I imagine I have deadlines. It will be October, which is my birthday month, and tonight the moon was so immense and lopsided and smoky orange through the clouds, it looked like a satellite for another planet. Any other planet I end up on, it had better have oceans and fall.

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[mer-moon.livejournal.com]

Amen!

Also, Cypress Cemetary: what a wonderful name for a cemetary!

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Also, Cypress Cemetary: what a wonderful name for a cemetary!

It was a wonderful cemetery. Some of its headstones were so old and so bloomed over with lichen that we could read neither names nor dates; some of them had sunken into the ground and some of them had flaked off entirely; there were graves from the late seventeenth century and graves from this year. And all of this in that long, late light through the trees—some of which I realize now must have been the eponymous cypresses; there were certainly enough pine needles on the ground in places—that turns everything honey-bronze and the sky remains incredibly blue above it until the light goes out.

[fleurdelis28.livejournal.com]

The more I think about it, the more incredibly appropriate this post's title is.

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The more I think about it, the more incredibly appropriate this post's title is.

Thank you. It was a very good song for the day.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Lovely post.

So, you're born in October as well? Lord, there seem to be lots of us. Or maybe it's just the folk I like.

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So, you're born in October as well?

Yes; the ninth. Although I suspect fall would be my favorite season anyway.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I'm born the eighteenth.

I'd normally post birthday greetings to you on my LJ on your birthday, but as you've not included your birthday on your profile I'd assume you'd rather no attention were paid to it on LJ, yes?

Although I suspect fall would be my favorite season anyway.

I'm rather fond of it, myself. I'd never thought of my birthday as having anything to do with that, but who knows?

I like spring as well, myself. The temperatures are more pleasant than winter or summer, to me.

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I'm born the eighteenth.

Happy early birthday.

I'd normally post birthday greetings to you on my LJ on your birthday, but as you've not included your birthday on your profile I'd assume you'd rather no attention were paid to it on LJ, yes?

Nah, it's fine. I just haven't put a lot of concrete personal information in my profile and am unlikely to do so. Either it will come up in the course of posting or it won't.

I like spring as well, myself. The temperatures are more pleasant than winter or summer, to me.

Autumn and winter are my favorites.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Happy early birthday.

Thanks. And to you, also.

Nah, it's fine. I just haven't put a lot of concrete personal information in my profile and am unlikely to do so. Either it will come up in the course of posting or it won't.

Ah. Thanks for the clarification.

Autumn and winter are my favorites.

I'm fond enough of winter, except for the driveway-clearing part. ;-)