Blushing has always been in my DNA, thank you for looking over.
I think I’ve encountered your face somewhere, I’m not so sure but I’m everywhere you see– I scattered like polluted air you are inhaling, only that I don’t bring chronics, but rather undefined daily dilly dally symptoms.
Anyway, to whoever you are from somewhere out-laces, I’ll be looking over your trails, and prints, give me three days.
Upon searching, I already found your hat in our town and based on my psyche to your tonality and attentiveness, I am still searching for your button shades. Are you fond of peaches?
It was the first shade I made contact with, yet I’m still lurking for more if ever some shade demanded my line.
Lastly, I’d selected shoes that would fit you, and it came with the name Nash.
So, Hi Nash, I hope this glass ball (package!) will find your hands well and excited. (thinking of this response would shift the pace of process much faster and instant)
Take care of it and visit the town in any way you like.
I am looking forward to speaking your name, shade your lens, craft your hats, and to design your footing stage with your shoes to walk on.
PS: I don’t freely open mirrors, and let them be touched, I’m sorry to decline
your banana blush,
from hats town.