Dear Wigleaf,

I bought this postcard in the art museum's gift shop. The postcard rack is the best part of the gift shop, because it's where you find the cheapest art. My fridge boasts Giorgiones, Hiroshiges, and Frankenthalers. I'm very rich, you know this already.

I saw an interesting thing happen today. I was reading by the sea (hazier than a memory) when the flapping of a camera shutter made me look up. A man was proposing to his girlfriend on the beach. Even from a distance I could tell it was going sideways. I think I heard her say "lab grown" over and over. Reminded me of

Anyway, I looked closer at the photographer (she was pressed!) and she looked just like you. I thought it was you for a second, and in that brief moment I was overjoyed.

Wish you were here,

L