Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
Oh, I grieve for the losses I have acquired. Through time and space I have always been ashamed. There is the first time I feel free to be, to see, to feel. Yet, they were acquired in manners not fit to be explain to such a pure lady as such.
I do not know why I must share this with you, for you will not see how I have seen. But never the less after watching a flock of sparrows I can only think about the past. How I met you in a summer's breeze, the red liquid of life running down my face, the time I got a whiff of your jasmine perfume for the first time, as I was being whisked away by your jailer. What wonderful and marvelous times.
I grieve that I am not able to cherish them more. That they are only threads in the yearn ball that is my despicable and measly life.
I know your life is far more extravagant in your beautiful castle. I just wish I could spend some time, but alas your jailer forbids it. If you ever need me just peer out your golden arches and I will be there.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
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