Karie by the duck pond, late 1970s
Today is my birthday. I turn thirty-two - it sounds so grown-up to my ears, and yet I still feel like the child feeding the ducks in the midst of winter. Happy birthday to me because today, it really is all about me, hooray!
Okay, it is also a tiny bit about all the greetings, mails, texts and phone calls. Thank you all.