You are a master of words. Scrolls of surging foam!!! Creative wonder. Here are some quick facts you already know: You are lovely, these pictures are awesome (especially number four), I miss you, you are a writing genius, and I love you.
But you already know.
So... I got stitches. (awkward change of subject) You'll see next week. Love you. Ke`alohi P.S. "And makes it easier to stare at giants without blinking" You are brilliant.
Dear Silven, Shakespeare really should've written a poem about how the words 'Thank you' can't quite convey raw gratitude effectively at all in instances like these. So I try, try away.
Stitches. Stutter sit eat tea and cheese I'll be mutinied. Still . . these things can be promotions in disguise. It's beyond doubt that your pain of being, er, grounded is worse to you than the actual pain, marked as it must be. Now of course Mom took pictures two through four, so here's mutualism on their sharpness. Lastly. 'Writing genius.' The words echoed around for one boundless moment. Then, a subdued collapse and the clatter of a fork rattling from counter to tile like a blase snake. In all hope, I'll be resuscitated by beloved Thursday. Floored, Sinter
Dear wonderful,
ReplyDeleteYou are a master of words. Scrolls of surging foam!!! Creative wonder.
Here are some quick facts you already know: You are lovely, these pictures are awesome (especially number four), I miss you, you are a writing genius, and I love you.
But you already know.
So... I got stitches. (awkward change of subject)
You'll see next week.
Love you.
Ke`alohi
P.S.
"And makes it easier to stare at giants without blinking" You are brilliant.
Dear Silven,
DeleteShakespeare really should've written a poem about how the words 'Thank you' can't quite convey raw gratitude effectively at all in instances like these.
So I try, try away.
Stitches. Stutter sit eat tea and cheese I'll be mutinied. Still . . these things can be promotions in disguise. It's beyond doubt that your pain of being, er, grounded is worse to you than the actual pain, marked as it must be.
Now of course Mom took pictures two through four, so here's mutualism on their sharpness.
Lastly. 'Writing genius.' The words echoed around for one boundless moment.
Then, a subdued collapse and the clatter of a fork rattling from counter to tile like a blase snake.
In all hope, I'll be resuscitated by beloved Thursday.
Floored,
Sinter