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Dear Fleur.

Tandy gave me this.
Yes, it is a vintage viewmaster.
More pictures soon.
Tons of pictures soon.
Tomorrow.
Maybe.
For now I'll just flick the little blue lever up and down and swoon over my toy.

IAMSOHAPPY.

Love, Bella.

say cheese.

Dear Fleur.
I found him.
My VIEWMASTER.
Face.

Love from Bella.
xoxo

look.

Dear Fleur.
Currently:
in my head, i am planning a Martial Arts lesson for tonight
my hair is curled
i'm still wearing pajamas
landon austin is blasting in the living room
ria is dancing
tandy is riding a scooter outside in her pajamas
my little brother is learning to skate
a girl is running in and out of my ears and through my mind at a dizzying pace
i wonder of pomegranates
chocolate milk is in the kitchen for me
moremoremoremoreflowers
Jesus
argyle socks on my feet
i am falling in love with vacuums
it's 11:30
and
i can't find my viewmaster.

.

.
ode to a viewmaster.

when i was little
you lived underneath my bed.
i can remember hiding you from the other girls.
so you would be all mine.
i hated sharing you. positively hated it. to see you in someone else's little hands. to watch their smile bloom in delight at your magical pictures. to have to wait my turn.
it made my face red.
like a ripe cherry tomato.
but the days when you were all mine. those were the best.
i wanted to marry you.
see,
i fell in love with you.
(and the dinosaur slides were my favourite.)
i pretended you asked me. and i was flattered. i blinked my eyelashes and blushed.
"me?"
you want to be mine forever?
what a ridiculous 7 year old girl i was.
marry a toy.
but you know, when you're 7, toys are everything.
a tonka truck is your girlfriend.
a rag doll is your extra sister.
legos are an older brother.
and a viewmaster is your
husband.

if only i could find you.
you're not under my bed anymore.
i think you're in a box somewhere. lonely. scared.
but you live in my heart.
.

I think I have a quest to go on.
And I need to draw something.
I like drawing.
Love, Bell.