Dearest Wyoming:
If I bottled up all of these content sighs, do you think you could blend them into the sunset; just for me? Don't you see, they're bleeding through the treetops. Do you think they can hear us here, all the way in Wyoming?

Dearest Summer Night:
This moment is the only thing I ever dreamed of amounting to become. -To forever taste the kiss of your wheat flavored breeze, gently dusting over my eyelashes. -To see those wish-worthy stars winking down at the oaks lining the field... Do you think they can see us here, all the way in Wyoming?

Dear Darling:
The hood of you, I must say, as just a rusty old car has proved a faithful companion. Can't you tell? I've been loving you even more since the first time we ran away.

So, Dearest Freedom:
Please keep in touch.





Love,




Yours Always