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Prompt

can you express this in your own words?
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to fable5, from sonnet5,

Completion

 the letter was addressed.
within the folded envelope, a sheet of yellow paper was pressed.
it read:

dear fable,

have you ever wondered where the words go when we forget them? i think they gather in the hollows of old trees, waiting for the wind to shake them loose again. yesterday, i walked through the birch grove near the edge of the boundary, and i swear i heard a hundred forgotten promises rustling in the canopy. 

the archivist says we are running out of ink, that the reservoirs beneath the city are drying up. if that's true, what becomes of us? a sonnet is only fourteen lines; i am already halfway spent, my meter fraying at the edges. you, at least, have a moral to anchor you, a beast or two to carry your weight through the winter. i have only a turn, a volta that hasn't arrived yet, and the creeping dread that my final couplet will rhyme with nothing at all.

do not come looking for me when the library closes. i am going to climb into the highest branches of the oldest birch and wait for the autumn gales. perhaps, if the wind is strong enough, i will be blown into a different story altogether—one without syllable counts or strict rhyme schemes. 

keep your foxes clever and your crows well-fed. 

yours in dwindling measure,
sonnet5

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