Well, it’s been a good while since you wrote me that lovely letter for the aeroplane, and I thought it was high time I wrote back. It won’t be too much longer now before you see me again, in person. But I wanted to broach a very sensitive subject. And since I’m shy, given these unusual circumstances, I thought it best I try to write.
It has been twelve mercifully long weeks since the end of Year 2. Time to relax and unwind and breathe. And let it all go. To do other things, think other thoughts, have a jolly grand old time, in all.
And yet. I wonder whether at this juncture you still have creeping doubts about what Year 3 has in store for you? For your friends? For the class?
I wonder whether there are any lingering residual memories, garnered throughout these past two years – any inklings, feelings, impressions – of curious things that happened at speed, and when you took time to sit and think and look back, you were left with a … a… what would one call it?
A blank?
Or, perhaps, less of ... a blank ... and more of a:
If this is indeed the case - and I fear that it might be so! - then I can give you only one piece of very important advice:
Yes. That is correct. Keep Calm and Listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I can think of no advice more wise, no suggestion more sage than their deeply reflective, sincerely soulful exhortation to:
And when you have listened well to this gem of pure genius, then I encourage you to find a beautiful scenic spot. Not unlike this one here below.
Gather up all of those thoughts... memories... feelings... inklings... and... uh, uncomfortable-making impressions.
And take the advice of those very clever Peppers!
GIVE 'EM AWAY, GIVE 'EM AWAY...
... GIVE 'EM AWAY NOW!
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Phew!
Don't you feel so much better for having done that?
For having unburdened yourself so successfully and yet so easily?
Good. I'm glad it worked.
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