Experiment 13
My Dearest Anastasia, You are the light that shines higher than the sky; the sun that brightens most everyone’s dreary day. We miss you here in Summerville. Without you the it is a constant rainy day. Grey skies every month this year. I long for your sweet smelling bosom, which smells sweeter than a flower bed of daisies in the Spring. I crave your blessed face, for it looks like it came from the highest of heavens. Why do you settle here for Earth? Perhaps that is where you have gone back to, the Heavens. Oh, how I love thee… Won’t you come home to me? I waited and watched you nearly every day and wondered, how does she find the time to look so beautiful? She is busy in the fields all day long and sneaking across the eery lake at night. I have seen it for myself that you are busier than most bees, this beauty you hold must only be of the most organic like the soil under your toes as you approach the beach. The beach where you meet Kennith King and he makes you sing a sweet song.