Dearest Diary,
Today's holiday brought a rather intriguing and amusing correspondence from an anonymous writer. One who claimed to be a secret Valentine. I have no inkling whether the gentleman is of good merit or worthy of respect, but I am certain he has much command over the curl of his pen. He is apt to write beautiful verses which a lady cannot ignore with ease. I look forward to additional correspondence from the mysterious author and hope to someday acquire his identity. For now, at least, he has created quite an adventure. And what a day for it.
As for tomorrow, I intend to at last pay a visit to Mr. Disney with a dear friend and savour an unusual afternoon with naught but a single engagement to attend to. I find myself delightfully eager.
Would that tomorrow were here already...
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