Dear Jonny,
I hope when you look down and see the feather you think of me.
Fondly yet with a slight pang of regret.
In some small way that feather represents our time.
I know whenever I see two magpies, I'll always smile for you.
I often think of your skin when there's a soft salmon-coloured sunset.
I'm not sad, I just like those humble memories.
I think it's because history is so elucidating.
Without it, we would lose each other in vast spaces.
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