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(Message from the Reader)
I received your letter.
Not with my eyes, but with the sound it made when it fell.
Just like you wrote - your footsteps were soft, but they woke the trees.
If the forest is a mirror, then every blurred word is something I once couldn't say.
Thank you for writing.
Thank you for remembering.
Thank you for being here.