Sent: Mar 7, 2017, 2:17 PM
From: Delilah Horvat
To: Amon Nagi
Subject: Words of contingency
I’m sometimes forgetful so I write notes to myself. My grandfather always looked down on me for it. I started making them hard for him to understand. Keep this safe in case anything happens. I will call Zarina later and give her the -D-coded version.
A westernly soft and gentle breeze blows
Across the Court of Allison
From the gate house of the wind
Let your arrow fly true through the pasture
Stand in the shelter of the old lonesome one
Let loose another toward the rising sun
Past the place of respite at water’s edge
Let the footpath be your guide
To the glade, beyond the forest v
Dee-lightfully Yours,
Delilah!
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This is part of an immersive fiction story titled "Absolution" by J.A. Hernandez. If you're unfamiliar with the story, check out the Table of Contents for more information.