Dear Emily,

Thank you for making ever word I craft into the form of sentence -- then line, then stanza, then paragraph, then story, then novel, then life -- yet more tiny ecstasies set in motion, motion each time like my body clenching new life
from a tiny firehose hole to create a pearly sun.

Dearest Emily let them all know, I'm one who is here for you, for us.

Love,
Chris

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