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I got your postcard of Denver, Colorado today. I tell you, I melt at its beauty, Lucie. That’s just what I want, it was so peaceful and yet, yes, exhilarating! I am also glad that you were able to find Rod McKuen book(s). Please tell me the title so maybe later on we can compare notes if I do have the same title in my collection.
Hey, I would hate to be the one to fill you in about this: I emailed you before about Claire’s death, and now all across Lit.Org, some people are claiming it was a hoax. I don’t know anymore which is true. Knowing you Lu, you’d surely hate what you’re going to see if you check lit. I don’t know if at this moment, anything subsided at all. Check Claire’s thread Trust Your Instincts and you’ll know all. I wrote one poem about her supposed death and I just leave it at that. Whether Claire really died or not, for me, Claire is anyway gone and we have long ago stopped communicating. I miss her, that’s true, but she’s gone. There was nobody like her at lit that posts poems or writings that could be identified as her and her works. But I can still look into all her writings that are left there; I should be contented with that.
You know what I am so happy about? It’s that You, Ma Bea, Penelope and Renae are real persons and that you all are my friends! You all have been always sincere to me whenever we write or email each other and whenever you send photos to me. Now, Claire was our friend, our poetry thread buddy, our moderator, our supervisor. I choose to leave it at that, and really I am going to miss her very much. It’s too bad nobody could continue what she started – and anyway, so I don’t blame her – she ended through her announcement Trust Your Instincts. I can never be angry at her because she already said goodbye to us through that thread, and that was final to me. Maybe Claire chose to die in just one forum until one person from that forum went to ours and told us the news. I don’t blame him as well; maybe his intentions are nothing but good. Oh, yes, I am so sure his intentions are good.
Lucie, you’ll notice that this letter talked about Claire only except for that first paragraph, because I am going to publish this over at lit.org, so as for me to share what I believe and feel and plan in relation to the ‘death’ of Ms. Claire Robinson, who undeniably lived among us in this cyber-world.
Love you always,
Peter a.k.a You Know
(Lucie, Ma Bea, Penelope and Renae are my email and/or snail-mail friends, in my one year at Lit.Org, I made over thirty friendships, but the four names I mentioned are the persons who have been with me the longest time, through thick and thin, through my on and off days in the cyberspace).
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond