dear heart,

thank you, for never being too full to take in another wonderful day.

love,
me.

"I would have loved the musty ways of this old earth the best. To unfurl, and gnarl as time peels itself away from seed to shoot to sequoia; a naive testament to the immemorial," the sapling said.

But who can tell it, that you stand on the feet of a cracking ancient smile, and you will never be a testament to anything, except that ten thousand years of the tightest fire will bring a cold furious perfection? And who can tell it, the next time you see the sun you will be a star?

it is distinctly possible to be too obstinate to fall ill, though i suppose nature eventually triumphs will more often than not.

but of course, many things are also too distinctly possible, good and bad both.

so.

it's strange, and wonderfully familiar to be back.

one of my favorite incarnations, the late-night dancing, relentless, perfection-seeking, wide and wild eyed, wandering, academic, proud, hard alice in wonderland.

^.^

hello again!