A Short Letter To Attorney Sara Mollow Public Defender In And For Pinellas County State Of Florida
Dear Attorney Mollow,
The autumn winds rise soft around me, rustling the pages of my soul as I sit beneath a sky as tender as the heart you seem to carry.
I look upon the beauty of this life, the fleeting sweetness of days unfurling like petals on a rose, and my heart swells with gratitude—for it all, Atty Mollow, for the quiet joys and even the sorrows that shape us.
This life is a song, and I, merely a note, vibrating in harmony with the unseen chords of existence.
I have often written of sadness, of longing, but it is in the quiet moments that I have found something deeper—gratitude that rises from the earth itself.
For it climbs within me, filling every hollow, every empty space that once echoed with yearning, my soul.
I am grateful, Atty Mollow, for the mornings gilded with light, for the whispers of nature that have sung to me since childhood, and for the connection between souls that transcend time and space—such as ours.
How fortunate we are, not just to live, but to feel, to witness beauty in the delicate weave of the world.
I sense in you the same wonder, the same deep-rooted thankfulness for what is and what might yet be.
Do not let your heart grow heavy with the weight of the world's troubles, for they, too, are threads in the grand tapestry.
Each moment, each breath, is a gift. How could we be anything but grateful?
From the bottom up—from the soles of my feet, grounded in the earth, to the crown of my spirit, reaching toward the stars—I am grateful.
I think you understand this truth, for it pulses in your words, in the way you move through this life with quiet grace and reverence.
If this thought could I think to a Judge,
I am great full.
May your heart continue to rise like the morning sun, shining its light upon all that it touches.
With gratitude,
James McLain
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