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To whom it may concern,

The marks of time on your hands are beautiful, never slowing for a distant dance across moonlit escapades. I feel as though there was something that I lost that day, upon the serene clouds of eternity slowly dancing across the sky. You were an angel among the dark enchantresses never failing in your ability to capture my heart with your lovely smile and gentle whispers.

I spent so many hours in dim candlelight leaving my gentle signature with looping pen strokes on old tattered parchment for the delight of the reader. Now darker days seem to call a much higher price and demand for the work that used to flow so freely. Curiosity begs the question, why is the work never appreciated until it is gone. My Lord has called me to a very high standard, and if any of the works used are to help anyone then perhaps I would consider it a just cause.

I developed a sense apathy when it came to my dealings with the scoffers, the work was never appreciated and often mocked. You see that true flavor comes from the dedicated pen of a loving author. I love all of you, the mark hasn't disappeared --- it has simply made a course correction and is now waiting for the winds of inspiration to fill my sails.

Sincerely,
James Burke