To whom this may concern. The sun to the north of here. It used to shine. More brightly. Before the change. There was a time. Days and months. Mornings and evenings. When the sun shined. Brightly on your face. These simplicities. Before hostilities. You could once. Drive. Not far from here. Where Bridestones stand. Where love was like melt water. Disposition of skin and cells. A shadow on sandstone. Where you. Laid. Memories weathering. Like rock and eroding valley sides. The sun to the north of here. To whom this may concern.