The tree behind our old house has gotten so big, and I want to tell you about it. On the way here I saw truck towing a race car that was a giant red high heel shoe… and I want to tell you about it. She has all of her silly halloween decorations out. I want to laugh about with you. I am lost. And I want to tell you about it. The fountain churns in the pond behind me. Is this where we started, or simply where we started to fall apart? I miss you.
