"Dear A,
As regards your question, the mangoes were late last year. The season was over in late August. By September there was rotting fruit scattered ALL OVER Fort Lauderdale. The evening air smelled like a sweet dessert wine. Sitting in the backyard, facing the telephone lines, a rat from time to time would run across the cable and hop onto a branch of the mango tree and disappear. This was how the summer ended. Let me know if you need more info. So glad you're feeling better. All love, J."
As regards your question, the mangoes were late last year. The season was over in late August. By September there was rotting fruit scattered ALL OVER Fort Lauderdale. The evening air smelled like a sweet dessert wine. Sitting in the backyard, facing the telephone lines, a rat from time to time would run across the cable and hop onto a branch of the mango tree and disappear. This was how the summer ended. Let me know if you need more info. So glad you're feeling better. All love, J."
That's all it said. As soon as I had read it, a gust blew it out of my hand and away. See below.
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| The note was caught in the plumeria shown here. |
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