Dear Only If You Could,

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letters from milhouse

You let go of the edges on the wall one by one
And step down from the grey, jagged face.
You turn around and inhale the brisk night air.
The wind picks up unruly hairs from your braids.
You exhale and watch your breath hang and disappear in the dark.
Below you the river glows silver with the moon.
It cuts through the valley like an ancient sword.
If only you could fall.
Fall away. Let the river take you down the mountain.
Towards the elms and the clearing where you might find rest.
By the stream with fish hopping beneath the surface.
When you are ready, you’d step over the broken logs and through the bush.
Into the field, pushing past the tall grass.
Looking up at the sky
Squinting at the sun.

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