Letter 15

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Dear Ardere ,

The longer the nib of my pen travels, the deeper I find myself buried inside the fields that grow lavenders. Buried deep with my thoughts about you. Your smile, your eyes, your hair. You have hijacked my mind.

I smile randomly when a thought about you boards the train of my thoughts. You have become a frequent stop for my travelling soul. A resting spot for my weary soul. Soothing like a hot spring town, I dive deep until I drown. Drown in your love.

Yours,
Asura

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