Then I'll just read two more from this.
"LVII."
"Tonite I wuld luv to rite the mothe inn the guarden, 2 greev
it.
And as a mater off forme did u kno
not a monthe goes bye a tran I kno doesnt dye?
Just shye off 27, its such a plesure to be alive
inn this trembled soot u lent.
Shock is a struktured responce, a whord lost inn the mouthe off
keepers.
And u thum at the mothe a dozen bes.
I tetherred thees nites.
I gathred so manie treees."