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Look! I made you.... a mess

Dear Violet, I’m sure that when people think of what fictional character I’d write a letter to, you’re nowhere near the top of the list. Fëanor, Percy Weasley, Celeborn, etc, the ones I spend most of my time writing about, you know. I am far too fond of them, and other characters as well. And it would probably be far more politically correct for me to write a letter to a different female character, one who embodies all of these ‘strong female character’, ‘role model’, and whatever other ideas it’s apparently important to include. Because girls have to have strong female role models, don&r

He doesn’t write poetry anymore, even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc. I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking. The record needle hits the groove wrong; he stumbles over words that aren’t there, rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have. He doesn’t write poetry anymore and his confusion is strangely endearing. But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love, poetic lines inserted between the daily grind of character names and who said what; voiceless boys in white a