Dear Mary,


My high school mentor ripped a page of your words from a borrowed library book and I first experienced Wild Geese in the isolation of his office, alone.

Jon gave me your address.

I thought I had time.

What about college did you dislike, Mary?

I didn’t apply to the top 3 Ivy League schools because there was nothing for me there. No appreciation for kindness, and no resonance for the crevices of life that I happened to fall into in my late teens and early 20s.

How is Molly in heaven? Do you wish you had passed first?

Your lover is in your likeness, and I am mine (Chinese boys need more love).

I wear glasses now, and I take long weekly nature walks, admittedly because of a game on my phone. Well, Pikmin Bloom didn’t exist during your stay here.

Your life was so little but no less beloved: we don’t need to have met for me to miss you.

Your tenderness emerges like how Cordelia does so well here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvwaR63h4Kc

You can be honest! How do you like the song above?

Thanks for everything.

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