chimerical

Please come to my Wee Citee...

I am sending these beauties to collect you...
Pack lightly there isn't much room.
Just bring your dreams and open heart...

And for those who don't like to fly I am sending a wee train...

The Tea House, where the classics are read aloud, is around the corner...It often rains, warm and light, so bring your dancing shoes. The sound of raindrops on the street rivals any orchestra.



You can stay in the room of your choice. Perhaps the top floor where you can watch the waves roll in over the marble beaches. Created when the Mister lost his...take a few home...No one will notice.



Sweet dreams...

We can hike over the mountains...To watch the sunrise...

After breakfast you'll rise, smiling, into the misty air.
I'll be waving.
Smaller and smaller until I am as wee as my Citee
...and then gone...

xoxoxo