On a lovely winter morning I awoke to find you gone again. I missed your laughter and the way you looked in your mother's too-large jacket.
We used to play games, you and I. We used to have adventures.
I didn't grow any mountains because I wanted you to know that nothing I offered you was insurmountable. Nor did I make myself the world to you because that is what I can never be. I wanted you to want to know the greater world. I needed to make you seek out those challenges.
It is winter now and I am cold. My earth is hard but my people are hearty. Now you are gone and they miss you. I miss you too.
But you will return, and the path you cut through hills and heat will change you. It will make you the strongest of them all. And I need you to be strong if you're going to carry all of my love.
So...um, I was going to write you a nice little letter signed from Minnesota, full of little compliments and nicities. However, anonymous up there totally showed up anything funny I would have written...so I'm left at a stand still. All I got is that I think you're hillarious and I always have a good time when your around. I miss those long phonecalls. Come back soon.
p.s. sorry no ceviche the other night. we tried to leave pijal at 7, went to the terminal in otavalo, went to the terminal in ibarra by cab, got in an unmarked cab whose doors didn't open from the inside, knew we were foreigners and that we had enough money to go to quito in a cab, all sorts of sketchy, scared shitless, got on the last bus from carchi/tulcan!! to quito, YES at 10 pm, got in quito by 1230 and our nice bed an breakfast and the next morning, i got interviewed by a reporter outside the really nice bed and breakfast because A GERMAN GIRL GOT STABBED TO DEATH IN THE DINING ROOM at 4 or 5 am on the sunday that we came WHAT
HAHA, oh oops capslock. anyway, i thought it was funny bc reading your "Agh, that's horrible" looks like it matches your photo bc it IS slap-your-forehead horrible but funny at the same time
home: 9020 frontage rd, skokie il 60077 school : 809 s busey, urbana il 61801 ... i'll be there i think the 18th of jan
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On a lovely winter morning I awoke to find you gone again. I missed your laughter and the way you looked in your mother's too-large jacket.
We used to play games, you and I. We used to have adventures.
I didn't grow any mountains because I wanted you to know that nothing I offered you was insurmountable. Nor did I make myself the world to you because that is what I can never be. I wanted you to want to know the greater world. I needed to make you seek out those challenges.
It is winter now and I am cold. My earth is hard but my people are hearty. Now you are gone and they miss you. I miss you too.
But you will return, and the path you cut through hills and heat will change you. It will make you the strongest of them all. And I need you to be strong if you're going to carry all of my love.
All My Love At Christmas,
Minnesota
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Thank you so much. It´s beautiful. Perfect words.
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Julie.
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-matt
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miss you
love,
ros
p.s. sorry no ceviche the other night. we tried to leave pijal at 7, went to the terminal in otavalo, went to the terminal in ibarra by cab, got in an unmarked cab whose doors didn't open from the inside, knew we were foreigners and that we had enough money to go to quito in a cab, all sorts of sketchy, scared shitless, got on the last bus from carchi/tulcan!! to quito, YES at 10 pm, got in quito by 1230 and our nice bed an breakfast and the next morning, i got interviewed by a reporter outside the really nice bed and breakfast because A GERMAN GIRL GOT STABBED TO DEATH IN THE DINING ROOM at 4 or 5 am on the sunday that we came WHAT
pps yeah i miss you lots.
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home: 9020 frontage rd, skokie il 60077
school : 809 s busey, urbana il 61801 ... i'll be there i think the 18th of jan
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