Dear Karenin, we push away when we least want to. Someday I will realize all that I have lost by this society. Only now did I realize you were one. And I will never see you again. Dear purist of canine form, I will search in vain for the rest of my life for a replacement. Like Asanti, Saski, Oliver, Tevril, and Samson...and of course Mine Summer Bird.
Dear Faux Corvid King, I still cannot believe it to this day. There are so many things I will never forgive you for but most notably the time you cut off my wings.
Dear Senator, you were right. All one could really need is a garden and a library. But there just aren't enough to go around. And too much of everything else.
Dear Order of the Antler Founder, there were so many bones. They're all sorted and arranged now but we're still scraping off the flesh. One day the bolts will have nothing left to hold down.
Dear Rook, keep laughing. The joke's on you. You collected my paper cranes as I gave them to you but I burned them before we reached 1000. I've kept the scraps but I'll never look at them again. And you, you'll keep floating through conversations until the world stops talking and you realize there's nothing left for you to hold on to.
Dear White Rat, I will find you someday, and I will kill you.
Dear Okay, music was brought to life by your hands, wind by your feet. Half a world away I can still hear them moving through the trees.
Dear Negro, Canelo, and Morro, patience is key. Rewards aren't always as tangible as desires. We brushed noses, learning through scent, and you decided I smelled trustworthy. I'm pretty sure I just smelled like rain forest mud and sweat. The ants were biting my feet but I was frozen by your strength. For the first time in your lives you didn't shy away. I was the first pale one to respect you.
Dear Ledges, you gave me a golden feather. I gave you empty monologues and broken songs. Neither one of us really knew what happened but one day I dropped over your side and never came back.
Dear Blackbird, you have my letters. I will never stop writing.
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