mizpah.

welcome to the best days of our lives.

letters flying back and forth, like trusty little birds, like sparrows: (always sparrows)

(Skein of skin is all too few /To keep me from you / But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted / Though our skin may not touch skin / Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow / I will come on the breath of the wind)—the decemberists.