I know, of course. I know this may never find its way to you. But you are so clear within me, so present... I feel as though just by writing this down, I'll somehow be touching you... and somehow, somehow in your soul, you'll feel it, you will know it, you'll know I am here. I feel if I write some words in your direction, they will affect you, infect you. What would those words look like? What will those words, my words, say when you hear my voice in the wind? - Peregrine















