There are two ways to begin this story.
a haiku
LITTLE MIRACLES
Inside a minute— A blue-throated hummingbird’s One thousand heartbeats. OR
a prayer
Dear Oscar Wilde,
Patron Saint of Rebels and Bookworms:
This is Ken Z. I’m seventeen years old, a senior at South Kristol High. I live on an island in the middle of Nowhere, Pacific Ocean. So tiny you need a magnifying glass to spot us on the map.
Oscar, I met someone. There. It’s out. Whew. Yes, I met someone earlier this week, and this morning, I woke up to my heart beating a thousand hummingbird heartbeats. It felt new and strange, and anything new and strange to me is worth exploring, like Antarctica. I don’t know where my heart is zooming to. So if you could, please guide me through this unfamiliar map.
Your forever devotee, Ken Z
PS His name is Ran.
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