dorothea

This is for the girl "who stayed in the small town while we all left." A little regret, all warmth: you went out to conquer, I kept the café. Don't you have a friend who settled early and you've always carried?

It writes "different lives" as a letter with no rush. Taylor, with prairie wind, tells a "you fly, I've got you" friendship. You'll want to call someone back home.

This is an interpretation based on publicly available material. Not official commentary.

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