We have plans to build a bridge.  It will be the finest in the world: diamonds and new metals, in every way exquisite.  Traffic will flow over it directly to our museum.  Already our warehouse is filled with killed butterflies, handmade maps, turquoise, scale models of both cities and trains, one-of-a-kind musical instruments composed only of the materials the inventor had at hand, as well as a variety of human and animal figures chosen for their unique enameling.  I am writing to beg your permission to commission a 1/1000 model of the hill atop which our home once sat.  Of course, none of this would be possible if you had not pulled me from that freezing river, so many years ago. 

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