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<div class="section-text"><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>If you are reading this, then you have returned, and I have gone back into the cycle of nature.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>I prayed to the Goddesses every day for your safe return.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'><SiblingName> looked after the farm well, but I could sense I was holding them back.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>Your strange friend, Twig, told me you would return but could not tell me where you had gone.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>That gave me hope you would come home.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>If you are reading this, then know that I am very proud of you. I just have a feeling you will become an extraordinary person one day.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>I actually used to dream you owned a business... many, in fact.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>How I would love those dreams to be a reality. You would be a great success, I am certain.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>Perhaps we will meet again one day as I run around your garden or flutter past your window at night, looking for the light.</div><div style='margin-bottom: 16px'>With love, William Stone</div></div> | |||
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Latest revision as of 10:42, 29 August 2025
Book
Uncle Bill's Letter
If you are reading this, then you have returned, and I have gone back into the cycle of nature.
I prayed to the Goddesses every day for your safe return.
<SiblingName> looked after the farm well, but I could sense I was holding them back.
Your strange friend, Twig, told me you would return but could not tell me where you had gone.
That gave me hope you would come home.
If you are reading this, then know that I am very proud of you. I just have a feeling you will become an extraordinary person one day.
I actually used to dream you owned a business... many, in fact.
How I would love those dreams to be a reality. You would be a great success, I am certain.
Perhaps we will meet again one day as I run around your garden or flutter past your window at night, looking for the light.
With love, William Stone