My mother always says, in matters of etiquette, “A simple thank you will suffice.” Blame my wayward spirit for the following. Because of my initial lapse in responding I am going to try a different mode of thank you. Aubergine, I made you your very own award. One that no one else will ever win. For anything. Just for you. It is in return for these beautiful photos which make me want to lie on the ground and hang ribbons in multitudes over my face and turn on a fan. To watch them wave.
I do know that typewriters in real life rarely splat ink on anything. So let’s pretend this was a savage typewriter. They exist you know.