Dearest day dreamers,
In my Gothic llighthouse by the sea, so appropriately dubbed Point Wison in Port Townsend, I have the quaintest nuisance, an apparition named Parthenia Goste. She is not nearly as old as I and left the physical world as a result of a shipwreck in 1921. After many sleepless nights, subjected to her trick n’ treats, Parthenia decided to leave poems ubiquitously about my palace. On steamy mirrors n’ frosty windows, she delicately fingered her reflections. I was, t’say the least, absolutely tickled.
For your lovely contemplation, here is one of those letters simply entitled I Thought.
befriend her on FB here: