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letter fifteen

dear tempest,

Action slowed down to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an enternity. Little things - a crichet on a stem, the veined branches on a leaf - are magnified, brought from the background in achingly clear focus. And that was what happened then, when I saw you jump in front of a train."

it was the worst nightmare i have ever experienced

please tell me you're still here

please tell me my dream wasn't reality

harry