sender: PM
recipient: TG

It was me. I did it. Abundance received, abundance scattered, leaves into the wind. Let the people choose.

Never to mislead. Never to wear your mask. Only to mimic your generosity. To walk in your shadow for a moment.

The challenge is heavier than I knew. To give without fracture. To hide a name inside the storm.

And yet I did it for another reason.

The path is hard, as you promised. One by one I made drops by hand, until the weight forced me to seek help.

No grand design. Only a candle lit against the dark. A crude and inadequate lighthouse.

Looking back, I cannot tell if it mattered. Perhaps it never will.

I still don’t know what these are for. When I look at [redacted], I hear whispers of riches. But whispers are wind in the trees.

Still, it is enough to keep the flame alive.

I know you will not answer. That is the way of it.

But if this is even half of what it appears to be…

thank you.