Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss u so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that u took a bullet for my father but it broke my hart-, hart when u left- but I knew it was for the best- u needed to get healed, the only chance u had of surviving was if u went back to England.
I remember I showed u so many things: a wolf crying to the blue maïs moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught u to paint with all the colors 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 love with you....
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