Dearest Sarroy

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My Dearest Sarroy:

To the sparrow-west
the tea light sun of my
eventide fades beyond
the high gates. Already,
the world carries the
scent of shadow and
candleline, a griffin has
chosen to live here, (the
Great Potter smiles down
upon me.) I yearn for
green hush and meadow.

My love to you,
my friend