everything was perfect, just the other day. from the colors around me to the sliding ice in the champagne bucket to my left. a blissful afternoon spent alone, with a dozen or so strangers.

the pool at the standard hotel on sunset in la was the perfect therapist as summer threatens to end in northern california. the hot hotels that flank sunset blvd prove that nothing could be further from the truth.

did i drink wine? of course i did. a little bit. but more on that later. it was simply time to say hi, and a clear blue sky and a perfect silver jet slipping silently across it while wearing very little and feeling very liberated have pushed me back into your arms again.

 

xo,

ruby


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