September 22nd

I celebrate this day every year.
I once had a live bluegrass band, authentic Middle Earth dishes, and a greeter who penned your name in Elvish and English. Proper dress was de rigueur. An enchanting evening, but it wrapped up when candles set my living room on fire.
The moments I’m waiting for are still on the way.

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