an excerpt from a book i'm reading:
"Dearest anvil," she would write to me six years later, "dearest deposed president of some now defunct but lovingly remembered country,
dearest to me, I can find no suitable words of affection for you, words that will contain the whole of your wonderfulness to me.
You will have to make due with being my favorite bagel,
my favorite blue awning above some great little café where the coffee is strong but milky and had real texture to it."
this is magic.
"Dearest anvil," she would write to me six years later, "dearest deposed president of some now defunct but lovingly remembered country,
dearest to me, I can find no suitable words of affection for you, words that will contain the whole of your wonderfulness to me.
You will have to make due with being my favorite bagel,
my favorite blue awning above some great little café where the coffee is strong but milky and had real texture to it."
this is magic.
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