The dear and wonderful Elizabeth Deull purchased me the dear and wonderful Love Letters, Lost. You ought not be put off by the lackluster cover. Everything on the inside is so very beautiful and I plan on plundering these missives for Jezebelian inspiration. I feel a kinship with Babbette Hines, the author, as curators and revivers of things lost, and also enjoy the kinship between this title and my favorite title from Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost. The message in a bottle letters made me think of Liz's night-swimming, starry sky paintings.
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