the back reads:
my dearest k.b.*
you have beautiful art.
you have a great laugh.
may you dance of pink fluffy clouds
the rest of your life.
"may you dance on pink fluffy clouds the rest of you life"? that's a lot of dancing. and if pink fluffy clouds are anything like cotton candy, you're gonna get some sticky feet. why not rainbows? or in the stars? or the glitter falling from the sky at bonnaroo? i guess that's why this isn't addressed to me.
*k.b. as in KB. as in not me. but we do share a nick name.