Querido:

Can you meet me tonight? You know where I’ll be—out in that room that looks like a ley. Walled by horizons and watched by the trees, feeling the petals float out on the breeze. The garlic will wave its ‘kerchiefs to you, the clouds will pass by and wave on the move. We’ll meet in a springtime that’s deeper than thought and find priceless riches unseen and unsought. But the brightest and freest and sweetest will be the love that we share on the hill in the ley.

—Your darling

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