Asakiyume mita

--If Em had gotten your message, maybe this is what she would have written back--

Dear Cinda,

Thank you for writing back! I am excited my message made it all the way to where you are.

About those bird feathers, my little sister wants to know what kind of bird the feathers are from. Do you think another bird killed it? Here I would guess a Cooper's hawk.

I think I know what you mean by beautiful and scary and sad all at once. Once when I was little my dad took me and my brother fishing with him, just line fishing, and he landed a yellowfin tuna. It was so big, and it thrashed around, and its fins looked like sickles for cutting marsh grass, and I thought maybe it might cut off my dad's hands or my brother's legs if they got too close. And then pretty soon he was just laying there limp and dead, and I felt like a great hero was gone from the sea. I don't normally mourn much for fish, but that time I did.

Do you want to trade feathers? I'll send you one from here and you could send me one from there.

Love Em