14 February 2010

Mon cher Jean...

Dear Jean:
That summer we spent was like a dream.

I remember your face so well, and maybe you do mine, too. (But more than that, I remember the tenderness.)

Please don't come and look for me in New York.

And don't forget to eat well, and to clip your toenails.

Isabelle

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E.L. Tempete said...

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