Pastries
Ok, undinesprite and I are spoiled.
Not only do we have Mozart's Cafe--with their incredible German-influenced cakes and pastries, but admittedly crap website--within easy driving distance, and a Trader Joe's too, but now, on top of this, we now have Weiland's Market ( Read more... )
I wish I had a little stage to show you an interpretive dance about how much your steady-handed friendship meant to me when I was a confused young person.
I wish I could make you a castle out of paper in your foyer, and that I could cover your eyes and walk you inside, and that you would find it was ever so much bigger than the outside, oh bigger and bigger; and there were stars and galaxies and strange constellations in the sky, inside that castle, and they'd all be named after the kindnesses you did.
I would like to write you a letter. I would like to write you a book that you might enjoy late at night with a cup of tea. I would like to write you a thank-you, and a hail-well-met, and an I-should-have-been-more-grateful, and an I-can't-believe-you-could-tolerate-my-annoying-ass, and a You-gave-me-something-to-want-to-be.
I would like to tell to you hello, and that I hope you are alive, and that there are all manner of small things in your life which bring you moments of pleasure and wonder.
I would like to tell to you a hello.
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