Today is my mother's seventieth birthday. I stayed the night in Lexington to get up at six in the morning and sing to her before she left the house to collect her grandchild for the afternoon (after which I went back to bed and woke to the sounds of my niece running around what we still call the music room, even though there hasn't been a piano in there for a decade-plus). We gave her presents with cat motifs, books and a vermilion silk scarf. Tonight my father is taking her to Café St. Petersburg so that she can have a little caviar, to be fancy. Her sister sent flowers in a red glass vase. I have seen more movies from the year in which she was born than I have from my own.
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- 1: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 8: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 9: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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