This pristine breeze, this cool caress, this wandering path's quiet longing for a touch of warmth. No one is anywhere, yet someone unseen steals close to brush the heart in secret. This life... tenderly fierce, sometimes waves of joy, sometimes gifts of pain. Beloved, listen in silence— if ever you happen to remember this me, then write. I am well as well as one can be without you— you stay well too; even if you forget me, stay well!
Sometimes if
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