Superciliousness, her eyes, her lips, her air of arrogance.
Portrait of Maggie Wilson by Frank Duveneck
There is a sort of distance between us and it grows with ever word left unsaid which is funny for we’re forever in conversation. Maybe today I’ll be kind and tell you some truth with the hope you will follow but I’ll more than like not for we are comfortable. Besides, what does it matter now I’ve out grown us.
My love my care,