Dear You

All secrets are revealed at dusk...

Dear you,
 
Quickly are rituals formed. As evening settles, when all is on way to quiet, you’ll find me in the Botanic Gardens of Ballarat, having my chin grazed, teased, tickled by a statue of alabaster. All secrets are revealed at dusk, in gardens green or otherwise.
 
Yours in a flush,
X

Ownership is grand, even if only fictional...

Dear you,
 
Having found what we believe we have been looking for all this while, we are loath to share our secret hide. Looking out across the Parramatta River, all view is ours and ours alone. Ownership is grand, even if only fictional.
 
Yours on high alert (wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing?),
X

If only I could untangle from my doppelgänger in Market Street...

Dear you,
 
Personal space proving hard to come by. Think I’ll dig me a hole in the earthen mound behind the fish’n’chippery and make good my escape to tranquillity if only I could untangle from my doppelgänger in Market Street.
 
Yours in desire for more headspace in my peripheral line of vision,
X