(Not much today, and not great quality but I’ll polish it later).
Dear Jack,
I’m sorry about your father, mine lives but we don’t see each other much, and my mother died when I was a baby.
No, we can’t eat clouds but we do eat birds. I can send some down if you like.
I’m not allowed to come down, I’ve heard it’s very green, is that true? And that you can move freely.
I would love a friend, it’s so lonely here. Please write again.
Yours hopefully,
Felicia.
Scribbled Thoughts 