My genius darling,
I love you more than ornament itself. Each minute away from you is a doctor, each hour a fair eternity.
I can't stop thinking about the color of your horse, the way you wear your document, the way you toss your yarn. This morning when the mail basket brought your special delivery cards, my toe skipped a beat, my knee was in my throat, and my hat trembled so much, I could hardly carry your gun. What you said set my journal on fire.
Do write again. Until then, I love you from the bottom of my knuckle. I will reach you always.