Archives for the Date August 24th, 2021

kanbukai.com 2021-08-24 22:42:25

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kanbukai.com 2021-08-24 19:42:51

liusaidh-writing:

Hi friends,

I will be away until further notice.

I am not sure about updating my stories yet. Will do my best to post them on AO3, but I won’t be on tumblr.

Thanks for your understanding.

If you’d like to get in touch, you can email me at Liusaidhwriting@gmail.com

Wishing you all the best! 💜

– Liusaidh

kanbukai.com 2021-08-24 08:18:59

firesuns:

tilthat:

TIL a 1994 letter from Johnny Cash to his wife June was voted the greatest love letter of all time. It beat out notes by English Romantic poet John Keats, Winston Churchill, Jimi Hendrix, and the great Hollywood lovers Richard Burton and Liz Taylor.

via reddit.com

The letter reads:

Happy Birthday Princess,

We get old and get used to each other.  We think alike.  We read each other’s minds.  We know what the other wants without asking.  Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit.  Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.  

But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met.  You still fascinate and inspire me.  You influence me for the better.  You’re the object of my desire, the #1 earthly reason for my existence.  I love you very much.

Happy birthday Princess.  John

kanbukai.com 2021-08-24 07:43:58

let-the-dream-begin:

A Family of Our Own: Chapter 9

Chapter 8

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August 1754

Fergus arrived Monday morning with the cart, Marsali in tow. She was wearing a scarf over her mouth and nose, and she was not talking. Normally, the little girl would chatter his ear off on their rides to and from Balriggan, but she’d said not a word. And when Fergus had joked about her wearing a wool scarf in the middle of August, tried to goad her into taking it off, she’d shaken her head violently, looking like she might cry. By the time he pulled under the arch to Lallybroch, he had a terrible feeling settled in his gut.

He helped the little girl off the cart as Rabbie began taking over with the horses. Normally, Fergus would stay to help.

“My mother is in need of my help, mon ami, will you be alright with the horses?”

“Aye,” Rabbie answered. “No trouble at all.”

Fergus caught up to Marsali before she could enter the house. “Come with me, little one. My mother needs our help with something.”

He held gently onto her hand, leading her straight into the kitchen. Mary MacNab was already getting started on breakfast, and she began gently giving Marsali orders. Fergus did not stop them, but he whispered, “Wait here,” to Marsali, and then he left them.

His Auntie was, of course, already in the dining room, opening drapes to prepare for the day. His Uncle was sitting with his wooden leg up on a chair beside him, talking animatedly with his wife.

“Good morning, Nephew,” Jenny said lightly. “If ye’re looking fer yer father, he’s in the study wi’ the ledgers. Yer mother is still dead asleep. Good luck rousing her.” She rolled her eyes in gentle admonishment of Maman’s habit of sleeping in. With a curt nod, Fergus was off.

He took the stairs two at a time, bumping into Young Jamie in the process. He knocked on the door several times before entering, having received no answer. She was, indeed, fast asleep. He shut the door behind him and crossed to the bed in three quick strides.

Maman,” he said, shaking her by the shoulders. “Wake up, Maman.”

She groaned and turned away from him, grumbling something unintelligible before plopping back into her pillow.

“I am sorry, Maman, but you really must get up. It’s Marsali. I think something is very wrong.”

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