Unfinished Calls A place for the words we did not get to say.

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Carried on the wind

September 28, 2026

A call, September 28, 2026

Hello, Mother Leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 10,000 colonuts, wrapped in brown paper, midnight, behind the box. I’ll be dying. You’ll see.

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September 28, 2026

A call, September 28, 2026

So this is going to be posted online, like, and it’s supposed to be stuff I wish I could say to the deceased, like a loved one or a friend or something like that.…

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