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May 30, 2015
Dear Brysen, it's Saturday. You were born on a Saturday. Today the morning sky looked like an ocean. The clouds were scattered in a way that made them look like sand, and the sky was in the kindest shade of blue you could imagine. If it had personality, it would be that one friend who's always calm, smiling, and knows what to do all the time. I was walking home and looking at this spectacular sky thinking of you and your morning giggles, and about how much I wish the world would be even more beautiful as you grow older.