happy days of hearts, sbj. and the moths are merely waiting. i found a tightly wrapped little cocoon of moths in an old box of clothes last week. so many inticate layers: the filmy delicate overlay, crunchy dark pockets of tissuing, and nestled within the perfect periwinkle hued bundle of spring to come. so you see, they're just waiting for us to find them.how are you, dearie?
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