When I viewed the globe of memory (the gift from Great-Father
Winter) and reacted poorly, my beloved agreed to take it from me to safeguard
it in secret. I felt after that an explanation was owed, or at least an
elaboration on the situation in order to assuage worry.
Having failed to speak effectively when first communicating the
decision, I wrote a letter instead. I left it on D.A.’s desk in the evening and
then departed to hunt. In it, I wrote of the two main reasons taken for not
pursuing the past; and how that choice has not changed even after seeing more
of it that last look. Those reasons
were first: that I could calculate only grief would result of the search. And
second: that I already have overwhelming good with my beloved.
Some hours later I returned home, for D.A. is not an early riser, and
received an emotional welcome. What I wrote had been understood.
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