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Chapter 49

RUBIN

My wings are sore. My back aches and my shoulders burned as I stretched my arms and tried to land gracefully by the tree overlooking the valley. I believed that I am nearing Paris now judging by the sophisticated way this French people are acting. I took my first sandwich from the depths of my satchel, entertaining myself with one of those shivering letters.

Mon Reve,

It’s quite funny to think that somewhere, you were probably sleeping soundly as I write this letter to you, or maybe, you are having your breakfast, or going out with a friend – in some other place and possibly in some other time – thinking about things that won’t even be par with my own thoughts. It’s possible that you are out there — loving someone, wishing upon stars, dreaming of things I can’t even fathom and so, I look up at the bright morning sky – imagining you doing the same.

I stuffed the packaging of the sandwich inside of my satchel, and rummage for another, tucking in to one of the branches
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