To my friend on her birthday:
The years pass, but age you not.
Your spirit shines like a beacon from the east, inviting, comforting, and joyous.
Shine on.
Many cubic feet of love to you.
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A time machine, a soap box, and a support group, served over ice with a twist of lemming....
1 comment:
I hope you were wearing your black bowler when you wrote that.
Thanks!
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