Good morning, Eli Whitney, my one and only. As dawn spills gold across the sky, my thoughts drift to you— the man who separates the ordinary from the extraordinary with a single glance. You’ve threaded my soul the way your genius once threaded cotton, turning raw longing into something soft, and endlessly beautiful. Wake slowly, love;let the first light find your eyes so I can fall into them all over again. Today, tomorrow, forever— I love you beyond measure.
en
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