Dear ------,
I'm looking to you to help me stop looking to you for the next move.
This game of Jenga has gotten out of hand. I've a ladder, a hole through the ceiling and no success at closure. The pieces should have fallen by now, if not for the lack of a base, for the fan positioned nearby. Four years later, the complexity peaks with miraculous floating. All four pillars torn out, it now defies gravity. Why?
Your restlessness doesn't surprise me - but where's the dynamite? I need to ignite bits astir before I'm stuck with an unfinished game I can't play alone.
Caitlin
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