Molly’s diary: Thankful and longing
How fitting, somehow, that my birthday falls on Thanksgiving this year. One year ago today I unveiled my mirror and invited you to look with me.
I have been quieter than usual, I know.
I am still here, thankful, and yearning for more.
There will be more.
Soon.
For this moment, though, I leave you an offering of mead and berries: Feel the cool sweet liquid slide down your throat. Roll the cranberries around in your mouth before you pop them with your teeth and release their tart juices. Swallow slowly.
Balance yourself, delicately, on the knife edge that separates satiation and longing.
Wait for me.
Photo by Molly, as she and W. Merganser were preparing their Thanksgiving meal.
Oh Molly, I’m so sorry I missed your birthday.
Happy (belated) birthday, may you spend the majority of the next year happy, sated, comfortable, and naked.
Kisses,
all’vus
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Don’t you worry your pretty head about it JanieBelle. I’m taking my time in celebrating so you’re hardly late at all!