Darling,

(Didn’t sleep all night. So, it’s still not yet my tomorrow.)

Thinking—
I too want there to be something special in our counting of numbers- but there is not.

If we lived in a different system, one that preferred Base 6 in stead of Base 10, everything would be different.

It seems we are the arbitrary.

We make the meaning out of nothing- in fact, we insist!

A beautiful cloud is coming up just now, and the sun behind it making it purple and orange-gold.

I’ve been up too late.

I was going to hand-write you a letter.

I sent an email instead.

Hope you get it soon.

Love, love, love, love, love,

O

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