{"id":4296,"date":"2021-03-15T11:56:43","date_gmt":"2021-03-15T09:56:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/reimagine.whiteberrydesign.ro\/letters-mirrors\/"},"modified":"2022-05-02T14:47:32","modified_gmt":"2022-05-02T11:47:32","slug":"letters-mirrors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/letters-mirrors\/","title":{"rendered":"Letters, Mirrors&#8217; Games"},"content":{"rendered":"&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dear <strong><em>Me<\/em><\/strong><\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">If you knew what was going on today\u2026 of course you&#8217;ll know, I&#8217;m just writing to you. Forgive me, but enthusiasm knows no bounds today. Do you know who I talked to? With the one without the mirror .. Yes, yes, he himself\u2026<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was trying my best to mirror a teardrop so that I didn&#8217;t even hear it until I felt some chills &#8230; Ice, Me? In the month of July? I knew then that it was Him, but all the words I gathered on the shelves of the glass library were frozen. I would have liked to ask hime so many things. I would have liked to ask him how to act in order not to be mirrors. You know, I thought that way I could talk to you and not just write to you. But I had no words. Instead, because I turned suddenly, you realize, the sun mirrored me so hard that I almost blinded him. Poor him\u2026 He didn&#8217;t leave, he even hugged me. How hard it must have been for him to feel the ice of the mirror.<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He left me a letter, or rather a piece of paper that read just that: <em>&#8220;The only way you can win the game is not to play!&#8221;.<\/em> I wonder what he meant since I don&#8217;t know of any game.<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Do you? It&#8217;s like you once wrote to me about some games in the world of mirrors, but was that what it meant? I keep thinking about it but it&#8217;s like it came with the note also a starless night\u2026 a Game<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Is it a Game?<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Write me about the Game Me, maybe we&#8217;ll figure out how not to play\u2026<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I hug you,<\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><em>Me<\/em><\/strong><\/p>&#13;\n&#13;\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-paragraph\">a letter by Monica M\u0103gureanu<\/p>&#13;\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#13; Dear Me &#13; &#13; If you knew what was   [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":4681,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[129],"tags":[127],"class_list":["post-4296","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letters","tag-letters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4296","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4296"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4296\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4681"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimagine.ro\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}