I really am
something--a piece of work. And I've been reading some of our letters on
Dragonsoul. Oddly enough, or maybe not at all, but the ones I randomly selected
are just the ones my sister needs to hear. After all of these years I finally
have something to share with my younger self. My heart is so full, so
full. I stand mute and humbled before Grace.
And you...we, us. How
could we not have fallen madly in love with each other? When I go to my grave
it will be knowing that we have loved. We alive within our god. There is so
much to say now that not even silence could hold so much as an atom of it. There
is no end to the ocean of my being, and I stand aghast before the sheer beauty
and holiness of what you have given me; and speechless I stand before your infinite
patience in showing me time and again just what it is that I am--often despite
myself.
A tree you planted,
within my soul, and it has born fruit. My precious beautiful dragon, this note
in pencil--it cannot end. Even within sorrow now--the giving and the
sweetness which is life itself. I called an angel for a frightened little girl
and my heart broke forth into the world as compassion.
......now really however can I be angry when you write such.
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