RE: HiLeigh Stein
Congratulations on Alaska, it sounds really great. I spoke with your wife yesterday – she didn’t know what to get you since you seem to have everything: dried figs, firewood, sugar cookie scented candles, and I said maybe you would like a picture of someone who loved you, but who wasn’t with you in the cave. Like a woman?, she said. I don’t know, I said. You know him better than I do. I told her I bought you a book of stories about a Thai man and his adventures in cockfighting and love, which I hope you’ve received because otherwise I just ruined it. I meant to ask you, though, do you ever see things, out there in the wild, and wish there was someone standing next to you so you could point and say, Look? Such as bats? Or strange lights? Do your dreams take place in different weather? So many things happened this year that I just didn’t have the courage to write all of them down and then photocopy it and then mail it to people I don’t talk to anymore just to show I’m still alive, but I hope you at least sent something that says you’re in Alaska now. There might be those who miss you and would want to know where you are so they can pray in your direction. Not that you need it. You were always so solitary and reckless in the good sense. I found a picture of us from when we were children, our eyes alight with matching blue-green expectancy, our teeth missing in the same spots, our arms outstretched, holding proudly in our hands the pigeons we had caught. Do you remember at what point you let yours go?
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