what matters is not what is written on the page,
what matters is what is written on the heart,
so, burn the letters
and deposit their ashes in the snow ... at the edges of rivers.
When spring comes and the snow to melt and the river rises,
returns to the river
and reread the letters with his eyes closed,
let the words and images bathe your body like waves,
rereads the letters with his hand cupped to her ear ...
hear the songs of Eden ...
page after page after page, flies
path bird flies
...
flies ...
flies.
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