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Lisanne

You, my sister
and you, both are
towering figures.

As I play this game,
inventing you in my head
on this strangest of nights,

I am feeling a bit giddy,
a bit guilty, and am
counting on this being

just the thing to help me
escape the weirdness that
is today, this week, this past

month and maybe, just
maybe, this past decade,
a number that keeps coming up

like you, Lisanne, one of my best
friends who seems always to
hover a bit over me during most

of my new days.  Where are you
today, I wonder, Lisanne?
Anyway, on this strange night

I conjure you, anyway, and
look!  Here you are!  Hovering
over me just as I said you almost

always are.  I won’t mention exactly
what I’m attempting exactlhy, and, wow,
succeeding a hundred percent in conjuring your 

presence here, Lisanne, but needless to say it is
of utmost importance to me, as I am
simply trying to dedicate a few

passages (should I say, “as well”) to
my very best friends in this world.  I
got the idea from a book I’m reading.

You may have heard of it so I’ll
not mention it here just yet.
Carry on, Lisanne!  Keep

hovering over me like the
best and tallest friend that
you are.  Perhaps tomorrow,

this will not only make more
sense to you, should you,
um, actually exist, but it might

even make a bit of sense to
me, as well. As always, and
with love, thank you ever so,

Lisette.  I mean Lisanne,
for always being there, catching my sun
(I am prone to skin cancer, so this

also is a good thing, just like
everything about you.)