Page one 12/20/24
What a rhythmic date today is it not? Twelve, twenty, twenty-four. And yet even on this joyous rhythmic day, there is something melancholy about it. I wonder if it is the clouds that cover the sky, or the stray snowflakes that meant their end on my skin as I walked an old dirt trail? Either way something about it sings a sad song.
I will refer to myself as The Stranger, and these are the thoughts and writings of my friend The Poet. Oh, why is page one of writing always the most difficult! It's often short and unrefined, yet it makes the greatest impression. Do I dare leave a mark on the pages of the unknown world? Daring is a task so great; The Poet understands risks and dangers; their mind is incredibly vast with many twists and turns. And so, for my friend I believe I will take a risk. The Poet and I are always writing so expect many letters.
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Signed,
The Stranger
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