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"Stay with us one more Birthday, Ned —
'Yesterday, Today, and Forever,' then we will let you go."

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to her nephew, Ned, 19 June 1883

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Marc Chagall, Birthday, 1915 (via)

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"My birthday began with the water —
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
      Above the farms and the white horses
                  And I rose
            In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days."

— Dylan Thomas, from "Poem in October"

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John Singer Sargent, The Birthday (Fête Familiale), 1887 (via)

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"... on my birthday we walked among the downs, like the folded wings of grey birds; and saw first one fox, very long with his brush stretched; then a second; which had been barking, for the sun was hot over us; it leapt lightly over a fence and entered the furze — a very rare sight. How many foxes are there in England?"

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 26 January 1930

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