Dear .. is a series of letters that aren’t intended for delivery, and left to strangers as they make their ways around this city.
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Dear Billy,
A couple of days feel like months. Time remains a concept I struggle to get my head around.
In love, we paddle towards a moment and leap up without second thought. There is no beginning and no end. There is no board. There is only the wave and the horizon. In love, we want to ride it through the night and the decades. Falling is inevitable. So is bruising. Like that wave, love opens up and becomes what it is. You cannot force it. The becoming is the ride.
The sky is bleeding again baby and we’re all busy getting dry around here.
With love,
H. Beagle
