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Someone spent their evenings building you this. Every word of it is true.
The letter
The years
1994
A small person arrives and immediately runs the place. Nothing has been quiet since.
2012
Questionable haircuts, enormous plans, a laugh you could hear three rooms away. Some things never changed.
Now
Still the first person we call. Still the last one to leave the table. Exactly as it should be.
The gallery
Proof, in no particular order, of a life well lived.
For the record
Make a wish
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Whatever this year brings, you won't face a minute of it alone. Happy birthday, Maya.
With love — from all of us