Seaside II

 

Seaside I

 

A letter.

 

Dear Hermoine,

Your song for today.

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It's in the oven, right now.

 

Dear All,

Remember that time that Carrie Fisher died, and I wanted us to take to the streets as legions of Princess Leias?  Well, now I want you to bake a pound cake elegy with me.  I want every oven on, in unison; and if tears fall into your batter, it won't be at all like Like Water for Chocolate, where the wedding cake is filled with sorrow that makes everyone ill.  It will be like a sweet and temporal memorial of cake, which we will all eat and share and remember everyone who died of the Corona virus in 2020.

missing the tranquility of solitude

 

Dear January,

Here is your your song for today.  It's been a favorite here, to play on the porch, and la la la la la.

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