Dear Book:

 

It’s been a weirdelicious journey, hasn’t it? I just wanted to thank you for your patience as you let me paint, write and clobber you with my whims. You stood by me through chicken skin as I plucked your feathers and dipped them in ink to tell my stories. You are a vessel of honesty and disaster. You embrace all of my catapostrophes, and for that I will always love you with embarrassment.

 

At this point in our journey, you will run through a machine that will clone you over and over. I am sorry to admit that this has all been an experiment and ruse of my insatiable scientstinkering mind. You were born from my wonderment about the very stuff that makes for the nuttiest book in the world. Since I have discovered it in you, I will be replicating your essential matter, mutating it wildly and sending your bits and bobs all over the world.

 

Safe travels, and may anything at all, even a black sheep, guide thy steps.

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With Love,

Bianca Dove