To Michelle. Yesterday was our daughter's 13th birthday. To David and Cassie, who have born a blessing much further then I in my troubled life could have ever dreamt of. You are beautiful parents. To Grace, take comfort in the love we all have for you.
Though you are not even old enough to view this blog, know our love, beautiful Grace.
They come here and think that this is some new holiday retreat. Cornwall is real, and real. Cornwall has been living from tourism for 2000 years and longer. They laughed at my reality tonight, neither out of politeness nor out of fear. Only because it was funny. There are only seconds, but sometimes days anymore. Once there were months.
I bow before your humble seat
My lord
The bay is yours my lord,
you are right.
Crush the demon,
My lord.
All that I have made
With your father
Was true
And is yours.
You are nothing and you are everything my lord,
my soveriegn and my king.
P.B.S
Michelle, what we made was precious. I have dreamt of you. You were that unspeakable in me.
What can lovers be but akward? What can love say but I accept? What is the ruin but the reward? I truly sit on a gray morning overlooking the ocean and steel away, steel away, like Conan at the birth of the blade: like lovers in the garments of death eating at their handholding love. There was nothing I ever wanted more than your body:
"Noone, not women, not beast, not men, but this...you can trust."
What is stronger than the steel of flesh? Only love and friendship. I recommend watching this entire film if you haven't. Be alive with your beauty, the beauty of our daughter, the beauty of life, the beauty of our friendship and our love. It is. We are. Our daughter is. I am thankful.
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