I'm sending you this letter the only way I know how. I 'm told you are the most beautiful one, and I am guided by your love of freedom and form.
I ponder the language I hear, words and their meanings...
Are there black Angels where you are?
In the dictionary, the work black is defined as "soiled, dirty; thoroughly evil: wicked; expressive of condemnation or discredit; invoking the supernatural and esp. the "devil." More definitions follow, "Gloomy, Calamitious: marked by the occurence of disaster, Sullen, Hostile."
When I look up into the night ski, black looks like a beautiful man, with stars in his eyes. I come from a family of "black" dark-skinned people. People I may not see in the dark, like my white tea candles, I can't see, in a black room...without light.
I've heard there were White Angels.
Are they clear? As in "free from color?"
In the dictionary, the word "white" is defined as: "marked by upright fairness; free from spot or blemish: free from moral impunity; innocent; Favorable, Fortunate, or passionate (~ fury...I think of white fire...like lightning).
Nothing like the white people I've met on this planet, the tan, pink or snow colored people with their multi-colored hair, and eyes [ Excluding the innocence, found in children].
I know I've seen rainbow reflections from Sunlight...and sometimes on clouds.
If this letter can not reach you, I will continue to cherish freedom, form and beauty especially when I watch the free birds, playing in the ski.
Love, Blue An-Jay.
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