35: Your slightly shabby rooms are elegant.


A scent of acacia, soft frangipani, but not a trespass.


You are a triumph.

Don’t worry about past comparisons. Done.
I’ll bring up you love skiing and even play chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is civil war — sensual to a fault —

Roses, grieve no more.. silver fountain, clouds and eclipses!

Good-bye everything.