Dear Vita, morning spent with orchid pot cluster. Not much happening, but it’s snug. Had to drag myself away. Perfect weather. Rained for three days. Every footpath has a silver lining. Generally agreeable under the violets. Then a bird took an interest in me. Had to go back inside my shell. Pretended to be a pebble. There’s no place like home. Lunch at Letterbox Café. Always something new on the menu. Though find can no longer digest gloss. Anyway, today a high-quality envelope. Made a meal of it. Afternoon, worked on ‘Call Me [Snail]’, my new slow-moving faction. Yours Virginia.
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