My Story

Previously

…Still, the message was clear. Someone knew I was looking. And whoever it was, they wanted me to keep searching. I printed the email and added it to the pile on my table. Then I sat down and wrote a letter to Juokas, addressing it to the field, to the tree, to whatever thread might carry it. I didn’t know if he would ever read it. But I knew I had to send it. Because the phrase was not just a memory anymore. It was a map, and I had only just begun to read it.