"So in this letter I am yours. Not Garden's, not your mission's, but yours, alone.
I am yours in other ways as well: yours, as I watch the world for your signs, apophenic as a haruspex; yours as I debate methods, motives, chances of delivery; yours as I review your words by their sequence, their sound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. Yours."
oh this is about to hurt
— Dec 31, 2025 05:49AM
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