Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Postcard to Ann from White


Don’t over think it. Silver is good company, a great dancer. Smooth so as to be soft. Brash to the eye. Warm to the touch. But I’m not one to be tied down. And frankly, neither should you.

Just a quick note. Loads to do you know. Just loads. Everything frothy and milky and creamy. Much that is clear and brilliant and vivid. Quite a few early mornings dappled in winter’s fragile morning lights. And any number of satins, coconuts, ivory, seashells, vanillas, and fresh starts.

I saw this and thought of you. Hard to describe. Easy to love.



Golden Flower Necklace:

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