To the "love", I left my conscience pressed.

Loose lips (sink ships).

We are each a little bit of Lena, Carmen, Bridget and Tibby. We are each an architect, a journalist, a singer, a psychiatrist, and a foreign services member. We're all going to be apart this summer, and this is our way of keeping in touch: helping each other whenever we need to, and to celebrate whenever the time comes. This is our way of being there for each other. No one will be able to read this, save for the few people that are a part of it.