Z, I've known you for a few years now, without ever really knowing you. We keep going to the same events, and meeting at the Saturday market, but not so often as to have really made good friends. I think you're amazing and beautiful, and yet mysterious to me. Maybe I never asked the right questions. Maybe we are just fated to only be interesting acquaintances. And yet I confess; I think you are glorious and fantastic, and I always have. J. —Oh Whimsical Me