To Aid An_ Cage

2005-05-25 - 2:50 p.m.

landlord_letter(french_poem)
I wrote a beautiful and eloquent account of my billeting experience and my hike through the trails of Moose Mountain, but just as I was finishing up, the computer closed my browser and all was lost. I got up and left the room.
Here is the letter I just typed to our landlord. It is part of the responsibility I hold for the accident.
I'll try and write about my experiences again, but will do it in Word first, as it automatically saves documents when the application fails.

PEACE - Tristan

Dear (Landlord)

This is a written apology for the incident that occurred which led to the loss of the pane in the glass door that separates the living room from the washrooms. The incident was unintentional, accidental, and regretted immediately after its happening. We hope that you have not taken offense to us, and know that steps have been taken to ensure that an incident like this will not happen again. To present a thought on the repair of the door itself, we think that a pane of Plexiglas, or similar break resistant material should be used. The re-zoning of this space into a residential space, while creating a beautiful environment to live in, is hindered by the presence of a dangerous walling material like glass. We are really enjoying our stay in your suite, and though it is unfortunate that the glass did shatter, we are certain that it has affected us all by making us more cautious of our actions. Thank you.

Sincerely,




Les nuages baissent curieusement le vent coulant pour entourer le ciel dans les courants chaotiques constamment. Le soleil jette un coup d'oeil et pousse la chaleur qu'il esp�re b�nir la terre avec. Le ciel appelle d'un geste le blues et les redditions � la survie de nuit. L'obscurit� vient comme les diamants si fort et pr�cieux. Le matin rouge br�le la noirceur arri�re, et les �toiles �touffent et sortent.

The clouds curiously ebb the flowing wind to surround the sky in chaotic currents constantly. The sun peeks and pokes the heat it hopes to bless the earth with. The sky beckons blues and surrenders to the survival of night. The dark comes like diamonds so strong and precious. The red morning burns back blackness, and the stars choke and go out.



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