I come across that letter every so often.
And my insides catch on fire less each time, the curtin rises, and I see
the author for what they are... a sad little child grasping at straws.
I've never read those stale ramble cards all the way through before
today.
My conclusion?
Pearls, water, angels, shadows, rare plant life, and desert sand... are
nothing more then...
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I hope you got yourself back to sleep.