"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
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oh, how many ways are there to be beautiful? for you certainly have captured them all in seven sloping steps, five looping words, and six fantastic phrases. the air you breathe must be sent from heaven, for you are not worthy of the polluted gas down here. You are a heavenly creature who speaks words of beauty into us, making us beautiful for just a moment, just a glimpse of our pathetic, broken lives.
heart you,
emilea
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