Happy birthday, my sweet, sweet man. The Goddess was smiling on us both the day you were born.
Last night at dusk we walked Lugh by the water, the air thick and humid but starting to cool, the sky glowing pink. The new moon was a gauzy silver crescent poised at the place where pink turned to violet in the evening sky.
I love our life together. I love the sweet earth we share.
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