Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Written Love

"Dearest Darling William,
I write you from my writing-desk to-day, sitting by my window, wishing you were here with me. It's been a thousand years, my darling, if it's been a day. I yearn for the clippity-clop of your old dobbin's hooves up my dirt path, knowing that you will bring me a thousand kisses with the milk bottles and clotted cream. O, the joy of being a milkman's wife one day!
Devotedly yours until the cheese curds,

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