I want to tell you, that upon returning from a city walk
were the sky has suddenly turned grey after many days of lovely sun and warmth.
i found your letter and as quickly as I lost the sun, you and your letter brought the sun back to me.
It is very difficult to picture what too much snow would feel like
and if I would ever tire from it, but perhaps it is the sun disappearing
that would finally break my spirit. I thought of sending you images of
children playing in the snow or the perfect snow draped trees, perhaps even one of
sophie and I enjoying an evening of snow...but I soon realized that when you are buried in
it you wish for anything but.
Cher Monsieur, I must say once again how glad I am for your letter and in response to
(p.s.) of course, bien sur.
some photos of anything but snow, enjoy.
The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
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I came by your site on accident. Loved it, and was intrigued. Thank you for sharing your heart and your images!
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