I found a tattered, coffee stained letter lying on the kitchen floor next to my coffee shelf a couple mornings past. Upon first glance as I read the handwriting on the page, I thought it was my own.
The words felt familiar, like something I might have written, but they were not mine, at least I could not remember having written them. The words were not by my own hand, nonetheless I knew the letter was meant for me.
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The letter reads as follows:
“I’m sorry that it took me so long to find the words to finish this. I suppose they were always there, but I didn’t want them in my ink, I hoped my mind would change, that I would wake from the dream and see the sun on a rainy day.
I get lost in myself and in my thoughts, and in my dreams – somedays, I see no top or bottom only the circle of sorrows that remain unbroken until I can fill this heavy heart. I (WE) owe it to ourselves to continue the fight. Because the world isn’t against us, it just…. (coffee stain on the page)
The green breast of the new world will show its face with the first light of dawn to us, the children of the sun.”
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