Saturday, January 22, 2011

Ann sends White just a quick note. Just a hopeful hello.


Why do we let dry cleaning bills come between us? It’s silly really. I don’t know why I make myself so crazy. By the way. I saw you with hand-wrought silver the other night. You looked great. Together. You looked great together.

I see shades of silver in you. Your both luxurious. Reflective. A shared luminosity. A joyous sophistication. Lovely.

Is it serious? Wait. Don’t answer that.

Anyway. I would love to see more of you. Perhaps both you and silver together. I surprise myself. You bring that out in me, surprises.



PS. Grass stains. Really. I blush. And laugh.

For the lace ring:

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