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Melody coiling higher in the sky
I am now twenty-eight.
My poems "Tapping the Vine" and "September Song" (for my brother and his wife) have been accepted by Goblin Fruit and Mythic Delirium.
Off to make fictional dessert with my best cousins ever.
My poems "Tapping the Vine" and "September Song" (for my brother and his wife) have been accepted by Goblin Fruit and Mythic Delirium.
Off to make fictional dessert with my best cousins ever.
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And congratulations on the poems!
What sort of fictional dessert?
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It's not much of a present, but here are some songs that have been colonizing my head lately:
Fever Ray "Now's the Only Time I know"
http://www.sendspace.com/file/qqrhrp
Sam Amidon "Saro"
http://www.sendspace.com/file/812gs0
Horse Feathers "Curs in the Weeds"
http://www.sendspace.com/file/6laqhw
Timber Timbre "Lay Down in the Tall Grass"
http://www.sendspace.com/file/1b2zm7
Fleet Foxes "Drops in the River"
http://www.sendspace.com/file/69qq8w
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Ooh! You're doing the butter-pies?
Nine
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But seriously: Have a wonderful day. You're the best friend I've never met.;)
:)
I wish I could be there to celebrate it with you...
~S
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Happy Birthday!!!
Wishing you all things strange and rare ... and cake. Good cake.
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(I feel old.)
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The cliffs of Elsinore, at dawn. The clouds
lie low about the castle's jagged walls.
The play is over, all the dead who choked
In weltered blood are dragged from these dark halls.
The final battle's done, young Fortinbras
and Claudius together met and died.
Laertes will be crowned this afternoon
As oft his rue-crowned sister prophesied.
But not all folk rejoice in this cold dawn.
Horatio comes forth to greet the skies
Whose tears shed doubts upon philosophy
Nor ghosts nor friends may longer walk nor warn
Looks south, to England, where drowned Hamlet lies
And casts cold violets to the gull-swirled sea.
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You really, really, really rock.
Thank you.
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Love you, sister-mine. You are close always.
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Thank you!
What sort of fictional dessert?
Butter-pies, from Diana Wynne Jones' A Tale of Time City. We seem to have come up with an extremely tasty analogue.
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Thank you!
It's not much of a present, but here are some songs that have been colonizing my head lately
Are you kidding? Songs are a great present. I haven't heard any of these.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
(I saw them last night; they think it's cool.)
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Thank you!
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We did.
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Very much welcomed.
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Thank you. I won't turn any of those down.
You're doing the butter-pies?
We have established that all three layers will taste good together. Now it's just engineering.
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Thank you!
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You're kind of awesome too, I hope you realize.
Thank you!
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Best birthday present there is!
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Thank you!
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Thanks!
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Thank you!
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Thank you! They made me happy.
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I had complicated caramel-y things. Does that count?
Thank you!
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Still totally accepted. Thank you!
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And the present someone sent me . . .
Thank you!
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Wish her a happy birthday for me!
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