It was a birthday.  So I wore an ivory satin coat and a glamorous ring because birthdays are occasions to do that sort of thing.

We piled into the car and arrived at a cottage in downtown Marrakech.  Everything was aglow.

I even spied my book in the candle light on the coffee table.

There was drinking at this birthday.

And plenty of it.

And there was special musical accompaniment by local talent.

The music was required, you see, because there was dancing.  The birthday boy loved to dance.

And so did everyone else.  

And although his wardrobe had remained identical, many birthdays had past since this picture was taken of the birthday boy. {His hair was longer, there were a few more wrinkles, the baby now went to art school in France} ...

Nonetheless, the years had undoubtedly served to remind him, that in the end all that really mattered was this.... 

Amour cushion by Zid Zid Kids.

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