Dear you,
See this and know me happy. For the time being, the Deaux Clare is a little yellow craft all my own, hired for summer’s duration. Each morning I set out for the day, be she clement or otherwise, liking nothing better than to find a quiet spot to let her gently bob. I drift. I lie on deck and read the clouds above. This, I tell you, this is my definition of happiness. This is contentment in Cannes. Find yours where you find it.
With nose freckling in the sun and heels rough,
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(Postcard collage title: The merriments and sport of the water called.)
