I wish to note that Magdalena insists that labelling something as Valentine, makes it understood it is poor poetry. Of course we often produce such, despite effort. But here the effort was the reverse, in the spirit of the day. It should not matter, and I should not need to say it. But it irked me.
Also, Lin is the family name of some of the oldest ones we have loved, ones who were there when we allowed others to know of us. The same as gave Lyria her surname. This week I have picnicked with M. and the blanket was soft on the hard ground. An unexpected place.
Cara mia, if you read this perhaps you will think it means I forget you. But no, of course not. This would be ridiculous.