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Letter to a Traveling Friend The warm summer air trickles across my skin, while the songbirds’ canticle reflects from tree to tree. Slowly, I turn my heart to the magic and send a message to you. “How are you feeling?” Unseen fingers move my thoughts along a trail of ancient light long forgotten. We are connected, you and I, bound by transcendent coincidences like a Chinese folktale. I sit quietly, breathing, in out, in out. I hear you call, across the ocean. I feel your soul soar through the skies. I hear it; your voice that will last forever with its drifting, lilting laughter. Yet you are disquiet, and I am content. I send you my love across the firmament, hoping it will reach you without interference while the world spins continually, and the sun warms our springdays as it has always done, and always will. I send you the joy of this day and its warmth from my heart. Hurry Home. Hurry Home. Hurry Home. |
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