As our cells are reborn every seven seconds (right?), birthday cards could get messy. Anyway, here is mine.
Here is a collection of images from June when you came to Tuscany to take me to Slovenia, for which I’ll be eternally grateful as the feeling was I’d never see it again, and from here now where there is food, flowers and fun with friends.
Dear sis, make every seven seconds counton your road to happiness. And the universe will help.