Dear Butch,
I am writing to you from the future, or would it be the past?
Either way, I am packing my bags and cooler for the long holiday weekend. I plan to spend 3.75 days gathered with friends under the shade of birch trees, attempting to decrease stress and increase joy. I long to find a sense of balance right now after a turbulant two weeks.
Happy weekend to you. May your toes touch sand and your lips touch another’s lips, or a beer, which ever you prefer.
Love,
Femme
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