Return on the second day, bring some jam. Lollipops in paradise. You – from Palo Alto, California — me, too blissed to hear the rest. At this point.

I’m reading a witty book, laughing. Trying to take the stresses of the day off, but it’s hard sometimes, it really is. I think it’s hard for all of us, on all of us now. Mixing gin and coca cola, not me, you, some things are always you. At the beach we play. We look mesmerized at each other like I’m a sea goddess and you’re my man, in the sand.

We can stay like this forever.