Dear K,
We dream of a field. Green grass stretches to the horizon. And we walk up stone steps out onto the field. But there in gentle sunlight filtering through white clouds and sleepy breezes are all our friends and family, and there we laugh and giggle and gallop as we did when we were young and innocent.
We run and jump screaming from the joy of it all. Old faces and friends we never saw again.
This is my dearest wish when I die.
I wish to hold the hand of my beloved as one of dies, and know that I will see her again soon.
I'm going to say this at my grandfather's funeral.
K
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