Dear friends,
When I become an eccentric billionaire, I shall build things like giant legs along the roadside. I shall build them such that they look distressed; representative of what once was. People will enjoy my roadside curiosities. Children will point. Fathers will grin and shake their heads. All shall wax nostalgic and wistful, sighing at the vague feeling of having received an unconditional gift.
Forward I go now.
Love,
Your humble hostess
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