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Letter 12: Myth

To A.

I loved a girl and then she left. Nature gave me the opportunity to say goodbye one last time but in the back of the hearse, in a crossing and re-crossing of our paths to her final resting place in a cemetery in the mountains overlooking my home. Those mountains came to represent her and she was there whenever I looked at their majesty. This experience is the source of myth.

As ever, D.

(Photo by Mohammad Hosein Mohabbi on Unsplash)


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