that was not her own...
resided a dashing friend and his equally dashing companion.
One night they orchestrated magical lighting and invited some guests.
They chopped, boiled and simmered.
And made several sacrifices.
They set out platters of salads.
And before she knew it........candles were lit and wishes were wished.
And she was a year older. Oh my.
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(Thank you George and Ewen. Love you both.)