Dear you,
It’s in the tea. In the leaves of the tea. In the beverage I rarely drink. Such prophesy! Unbeknownst happiness. Love. Light. Travel. What joy this reads! Good fortune twined to the discovery of an undeveloped talent. Such news delivered by a man with rosy cheeks belonging to a cherub! Tether me to the earth. I feel giddy. I feel weightless. I feel as though at any moment I could take flight. Ascend! Upwards! Hit my head on the roof of the sky. Be this true? What are the exquisite chances? I’ll take it, if only for an hour. I will believe those symbols at the bottom of cup true. Much happiness. Love dear. Pleasant conditions. A mug I’d be to refuse.
Yours bewilderingly ecstatic and with singing heart,
X
(Postcard collage title: Reading symbols formed.)
