Dearest Ess and Enne. Who are dead in no meaning of the word. I came on here to talk about something else, but I guess it always comes back to you. Where are you now? I’ve missed you for so long. I know, you’re in the corners and the shadows and the sunbeams, but I can’t look there, and you’ve gone where I can’t follow. Are you even there? Or have your messengers been intercepted by new stars meaning well? I’ll always love you both, even if you’re lost in the mist. Sincerely, Cal
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