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I had a chance to sit and watch picture after picture of you pass before my eyes today.

… and I just had to stop – I couldn’t take it anymore. It was just too hard to see you in photograph after photograph, stopping to decide which I liked best each time, and knowing that it will still be insufferably long before our next encounter. It became an exquisite torture.

… a torture that I love inflicting on myself, so I’ll save the rest of the photos for another time!

Much affection,
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