S. SAILLE: WILLOW

This window has a crack. There’s a draft, very faint, coming from outside. Maybe if I can break the glass I can get some sort of message out.

The bird is in a cage. Like me. I hate that.

I won’t eat anything.

All I can see is forest. The castle is in the middle. He calls it a caer.

I wonder if Mum and Dad and Mac are devastated without me.

I wonder if Rob’s sorry now.

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