Dear Stella,
Remember when we were so young that we tied shoelacesto cups and pretended we were phoning each other? You were in France, and I was in India. You were in America, and I was in Austrailia. A few inches of shoelace went the distance back then, and I always knew you were listening. We have a lot more than shoelaces now, but I'm still horrible at going the distance.
Somehow, though, I still know you're listening.
-Audrey
