A huge pile of my own fiction sits a few inches away from me. Rows of fiction actually published sits all around me. And I can’t think of one worthwhile thing to say.
Nonetheless, whatever you celebrate, may your celebration–quiet and alone or crowded and loud or somewhere in-between–be bright.
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And the same to you and yours. 🙂
All the best to you and your family, Marta.