December 2010
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I loved a gentleman once.
He used to write me letters on sheets of white, red, blue, yellow, green, and sometimes on the backs of sheet music. I was addressed as Miss, Beautiful, Dear, Darling, and simply Trista Jane. The pages, I have kept them. They are aged yellow and the ink has faded, yet they still make me smile. He used to count the hours until we would met again. He was old soul with a wise mind.
A very kind,...