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Dear FutureMe, dear my sweetest self, serving future grace, i wrote to you hours ago, a long and heartfelt letter; about life. nature. transience. baby toots . apple pie. ironic as it may be, this letter has completely and utterly vanquished before it could reach you. oh i was torn up about it too ! i spent a good lump some of time crafting it very particularly, and poetically. however, it was never meant to be. i considered an attempt to recreate it, y'know. though, i never even gave it one single try. and i'll tell you why. it was beautiful like a moment. the kind that you just had to be there for. it was fluid as a memory. golden tinged and unreliable. it was the kind of letter that could only be written while the dough rose, and baby fed (and tooted) .. i am not apologetic that it did not make it to you, dear future faith. for you did not miss a thing, and that's the point. this letter wasn't a letter. or a poem. this letter was an attempt to encapsulate an experience, far too grand for words. and much too free for the page. an experience that has, does, and can only, live inside of you. (and you, it.) for the first time ever. that is enough. P.S. the donuts were DELICIOUS. but then, you already knew that. Love, the present.