To Whom It May Concern
Wherever You Are
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Hello to Whom,
I think this may concern you. I’ve been thinking about you, lately more than usual, I guess, ever since the weather turned. There’s been a disturbance. It’s been too long. That thing people say on postcards: I wish you were here. It’s a true statement. The trees are beautiful and the water is fine. The food is super edible and you should see the horses, all the pretty horses. Goats too. And too many boats to count. Too many boats and goats. Mares eat oats and goats eat oats and little lambs. I’ve always felt sad about that. Hope you are well and that someday you return to us in your customary way–because we like your customary way. Please write. Send words. xoxoxo
Michael
Dear Michael I love receiving your writing. I love the sense of watching you move through life and its stages. I like your language. I love you. xo Faith (Holsaert)
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Faith! What a gift to find your comment here this morning. I miss you mightily. Wally Camp? Much love back at you. Hope you are well.