Justin Stone's creekbed. You were a good friend.

I loved you.

And now what?

You might read the notes I have left you here. You might not.

In any event, they are yours.

Runes.

I have work elsewhere.

I have an eye on cinema, an eye on the future. Kids running across a yard, arms spread. Dinners.

A secret book.

A patio, a fountain.

Friends.

Family.

I have an eye on you.

Bird sounds, breeze.

You are loved.

good days & nights,
justin david stone

9 december 2007