Chuck Hansen (lemiserable) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-02-10 23:12:00 |
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To the most estimable Miss Hartley: I haven't the art to give a proper accounting of my feelings as, I think you have known, I can hardly relate them to myself. You see, the trouble is the moment we started speaking I felt a kinship between us. A soul's recognition of two travelers lost with the same home? Two adventurers seeking safe haven from a storm? I sleep and the Gold Coast is a frame for your thick golden locks; your gaze, the rich azure in the rolling waves, have a depth in which I might find myself lost. Please don't let me be lost for long, Miss Hartley. I am waiting on your word. Ever yours, C. Hansen |