Hi Dad,
Its windy and I'm with people who like this kinda music - which you don't realize its playing - until you are humming, feet tapping, sometimes grinning - you know, your style - you, grandfatherly father - its nice when its like this, we are below this blossoming tree in a park - this is the treasure you'd asked us to find eh, in our treasure hunts. Not those books,hats, whistles, little messages, not things you can touch and feel - you'd say - our treasures are whats within.
I think Dad, its coming to the fore. I feel more alive than I have ever felt. - like the gypsies, when you travel, you carry your home within - that's our tribe right?
I miss Agnes, I miss getting mad at her, like the time when we forgot the 3D glasses in a 3D movie, you rushed out - maybe stole some, haha, give her a hug when shes back home, will you?
I will be home soon, I miss the air, I miss the comfort, you.
Lily
Its windy and I'm with people who like this kinda music - which you don't realize its playing - until you are humming, feet tapping, sometimes grinning - you know, your style - you, grandfatherly father - its nice when its like this, we are below this blossoming tree in a park - this is the treasure you'd asked us to find eh, in our treasure hunts. Not those books,hats, whistles, little messages, not things you can touch and feel - you'd say - our treasures are whats within.
I think Dad, its coming to the fore. I feel more alive than I have ever felt. - like the gypsies, when you travel, you carry your home within - that's our tribe right?
I miss Agnes, I miss getting mad at her, like the time when we forgot the 3D glasses in a 3D movie, you rushed out - maybe stole some, haha, give her a hug when shes back home, will you?
I will be home soon, I miss the air, I miss the comfort, you.
Lily
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