Dear Jenny Boully,
I love you. That is not true.
love, k
Dear Jenny Boully,
I love your words. No, this is not quite it.
love, k
Dear Jenny Boully,
I love the way you compose with words. I love what you compose with words. I read you and I do indeed fall in love ... only not with you. No, not with you. I fall in love with a cloudy November sky, a precise shade of blue, a pair of brown eyes. You confirm all my suspicions. Make me very uncomfortable. And I did laugh out loud last night, on the sofa, startling Cat.
When will you write again?
Longingly yours,
k
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