Letter Welcome Visitors Church

Am I the bubble of BD in three dots? (Damn hurtful memory) after

You're my pepper dishes, the cheese of my pasta, my pair of Stan Smith lying around somewhere, a plane ticket for I know not where! You're a
Antonioni film that I have not seen yet, a novel by Kundera that I read, the colors of a picture I will never forget.
You're as this newspaper that I slide under my arm to go play in the sun.
You're the play button I press, these vibrations that pass through me, this freedom restorative.
You are the ocean or sea that gives me too much to see, the mountain that lets go, then the sky that opens its arms wide, corny but true.
You are, although it is unimaginable, my king and my bird, the rest has more flavor.
Be all that, be yourself.
And be another plus.


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