With Love, She Wrote

tea: cracked spines of leather-bound classics, ink smudged against the side of their hand, pastel stationary, silk pillows, rosewater

wine: ivy clinging onto faded red bricks, laughing too loudly, cigarettes burns on the arms of old leather sofas, watching old movies

cocktail: the view of the clouds through an airplane window, lost momentos, nights illuminated by neon signs

ale: woodsmoke, tiptoeing over creaky floorboards, tall grass being blown in the wind, grass stains, jumping into cold water

coffee: waves crashing against rocky cliffs, crumpled up love letters, long walks through quiet museums

This has been a baby turtle (and tortoise) post.

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