Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke - Time and Again
I love, you, Sara. Happy birthday. Indulge while I go all maple syrup on your sexy arse. Our wedding song, and that other very touching one from that singer we both like very much… not that Hawksley dude. This is an open birthday card… Leave your own wishes.
P.S.: For those who’ve never watched the Bright Eyes below: do it now! It’s a must.