Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss Du so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that Du took a bullet for my father but it broke my herz when Du left- but I knew it was for the best- Du needed to get healed, the only chance Du had of surviving was if Du went back to England.
I remember I showed Du so many things: a wolf crying to the blue mais moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught Du to paint with all the Farben of the wind.
There's a full moon tonight, it reminds me of you, half a world away.
A few days together, that's all it took, a few days for me to fall in Liebe with you....
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