My Sam,
I am doing summersaults on the last patches of summer grass. There is something about the falling sun that makes my giggle reflex go insane. Probably I am delirious from too many sit-ups. I will always have weak stomach muscles, it is a fact. My helium is running out, but my eyes are squinting as if I was smiling. Maybe I am.
"It's like those puzzles. The ones that ask, 'How many animals can you find in this picture?' In a way, that's what I'm trying to do. Find the hidden animals. I feel they must be there- if only I could see them" - Truman Capote
Love, Sam
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