Laurel Snyder

I have written a book. It is finished today. On your birthday. Purely by chance.  (I didn’t know today was your birthday, forgive me.)

Naturally, the book is a book for children, about seagulls and the midatlantic and divorce and magic and poetry, and a breadbox, and… well, your songs.

The book is not for you. It is for my parents.   But I couldn’t have written it without you, I don’t think. I owe you something.  I stole a lot of lines from you to write this book. I stole a lot of feelings.

I only wish I could send you a copy.

I really really do.

Can I send you a copy?

“Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true?”

No, no it isn’t.

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