birthday [★] by the sea

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin

Little paws pressed into the sand.  Just where the waves kissed the sand.  Letting the water gently pass of her fur.  Listening to the rhythm of the ocean as the sun crept above the horizon. 

January thirtieth.  Three years of life.

Truthfully, the day might have been forgotten.  Passed by.  The tiny wildcat cared little for glorification.  Idle attention.  So, it was the anniversary of the day she was born...  Why was that... Important to anyone?  It was hardly an accomplishment worthy of distraction.  She hadn't even been born on the island... Born on a pirate ship rocking in the ocean...

She encouraged a wave to go backwards a little further, before letting it wash over her paws once more, a soft hum of thought building in her throat as she interrupted the ocean's rhythm.  Her father was sentimental.  Dotted on her.  Birthdays were just the thing he would spend the day smiling about...

She could manage...  For him.  When the day grew inevitably noisy.

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