Bellissimo, mon amour...
The cloud has passed-unlike last week, these days fill my lungs with intoxicating breaths of air...I am drunk on charm.
I feel my happiness has been completed. At last I've found my pearl amongst the vast junky piles of empty, hallowed clam shells.
Artist of the post: Ilya [think of that hot, jazzy little ditty that plays on the those new Revlon lipstick commercials with Halle Berry and Julianne [last name?]]
Heart.