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December 11, 2010
Dear you,

I once swam in a quartz quarry that had been flooded by an underground spring. The water was the prettiest, clearest turquoise I had ever seen. Glimpses of pink-brown quartz could be seen from more than fifty feet below the surface. I wanted to bind myself to the rocks and spend my life under that water, watching the sun cross the sky.

Your eyes are like that quarry. Clear. Deep. Unexpectedly magical. I want to sink my soul into their depths and watch your life pass by.

Consider this a love letter.

Sincerely,

Imperfect Circles