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*a group of letters, sent from different parties/people, all having a common thread*
Fairest of them all, I wed you upon this night, eight moons ago, and I wish our bond to withstand the scorching heat fifteen years more. And If such a date is within the scope of possibility, then infinity itself will lay beneath our wings as we fly into the never-end, two love doves glistening in a starlit canvas. If our love was once blossoming, now it is still its infantile stage, a darling bud in the month of may. A leaf rears its daring head, majestically rising through rain and cloud, a precursor to the growth of our love. Watch the gods envy us!
Fairest of them all, how I wish to be in your arms while you read these words, the sweet scent of your skin upon my nose, the fine curvature of your delicate mouth, and the warmth of your fervent embrace. A still image to be painted only by angelic hands, your fingers touch this parchment as your eyes touch my soul. You steal my breath, taking it from my mouth without the decency of a kiss, rather, the time spent on within my mind upon you is worth a year of life.
Infinity, behold; I shall love her without bounds, your strings are no longer binding. Death is no longer a cold embrace away, rather, each day is a stroll across the pond of demise, yet love gives me a natural lift and I will never lose such a possesion, not until the conversion of the Jews. Watch the gods envy us!
From Octavio du Ete, loving husband
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Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!
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