TODAY, has become a paranoid furious scroll of the Internet, but the true meaning: Harry was born on the 31st July because his creator, and word mother, was born on this day 40 plus years ago.
Happy birthday to a wonderful lady, who not only created the most complex and wonderful magical world, but beat a horrible depression to get there, while also raising a wonderful daughter and going on the have a few more with the lovely Neil.
Here I honour her, thank her in written words (thank you was screamed enough earlier this month on Trafalgar) for her many years of wonder that helped me with my own depression and for giving me her signature finally :)
Hopefully the formentioned Internet craze will be enough to help us all mourn. As ALWAYS, time will tell.
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