An Open Letter (to my little friend)


Dear Little One,
I hope that wherever this letter finds you, you are happy.  Leaving you at the end of my stay was harder than I thought it would be, and I’m sorry it left you so sad.  As young as you are you will not be sad for long and you will not remember this summer.  But, I will remember it. Always

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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