Today we celebrated the ninth birthday of Tybalt Autolycus Taaffe and Hestia Hermia Linsky-Noyes, once kittens of destiny, now cats of legend. My niece was delighted to point out that she and they are the same age—at least, she corrected herself conscientiously, until December when she becomes older. We gave them salmon. She petted Autolycus and he butted his head into the inside of her wrist again and again.
( My only fear is that in the depths of the night the leaves will forget what they are and give up. )
In the evening, we lit the yahrzeit candle for my grandmother. It will be her centenary in the spring. These things are always overlapping. I don't think I am used to time.
( My only fear is that in the depths of the night the leaves will forget what they are and give up. )
In the evening, we lit the yahrzeit candle for my grandmother. It will be her centenary in the spring. These things are always overlapping. I don't think I am used to time.
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