perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake
—notes toward a supreme fiction
I saw the Mimic Temple moon this morning and immediately called in sick to work and went back to bed.love,Rebecca
ps. It looked like that stuck in a tree just like that only it was dark.
ps the big post card made it to NY-no problem with the postal police! love it/her hair/those boots...the best. xxo
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