Sunday, March 25, 2007

- I remember waking up on my tenth birthday.
- Really?
- Yeah. We were in Scotland. My birthday used to be in the middle of a school holiday and we were there in the cottage. I woke up hearing the cows and the sheep and the goats. And then the woman in the cottage next door scraping the black off the toast she'd burnt. And I thought, I'm ten, wow. Anyway, I hope you wake up and hear the goats. Happy birthday, Marta. I love you.

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