You would think that with all the scenes I have witnessed from a bird-eye's
view I would have built endurance. Alas, my dear friend, I am ashamed to admit
that whenever we pass over a zone of "One Thousand Slamming Doors," I
still shut my eye as hard as I can not to be hearing the spiteful sounds of rejection.

Humbly your admirer,

Yours forever
your sunset/sunrise forever yours
yours forever yours

[This is a love letter from a World of Awe]