Bluebird // #dearloverseries: letter 1



Dear lover,

When I was a kid, a bluebird used to find it’s way to a branch outside our window almost every day in the spring.

I marveled at its coloring and wondered how it was possible to see the color of the ocean in an animal.

But now I’m left with an even bigger puzzle: how it’s possible to see that same hue in your eyes 20 years later.

And how upon seeing them, taking flight seemed like the only reasonable choice.

Fly with me?


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