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Dear Mr. Craven,
You hardly gave me time to answer after you bestowed me with the best present I believe I have ever received--the gift of a "bit of earth," as you said--and that I would like to mend. I cannot fully express, from the bottom of my heart, how grateful I am for this gift that you have given me. It's odd, something that I hardly understand at times, but my heart and soul yearn for nature. It unleashes inside me the utmost joy to see flowers blooming from the black earth, vines climbing up broken bricks, ladybugs landing on daisies. It reminds me that the world is not so barren and glum and dark as my mind makes it out to be, so long as I have the knowledge inside me that the sun is shining somewhere outside, the warm embrace of life to those plants. You understand not, likely, what this has done for me, but I think you might understand something else. Mr. Craven, I think you understand how it makes me feel--I think I saw it in your eyes, when you bestowed me this great richness of life, that you understand. That you understand the connection between the things that live on this planet. When I look up at the sky, I imagine myself a sunflower dancing in the wind, made safe in the embrace of the sun, my home being my new garden. My safe garden, one you have provided me so generously. My secret garden. Truly, I cannot thank you enough, so I only hope to show you my gratitude through the beauty of the plants that I shall grow. Know that every plant which sprouts from the land, gliding calmly through the breeze, is sending to your eyes a personal message of appreciation.
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it's dramatic ik but i wanted to have fun w it lol, hope it works :3
oop i edited it a lil :0