{"id":605,"date":"2016-03-07T22:20:52","date_gmt":"2016-03-07T22:20:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-amy-whinehouse-2\/"},"modified":"2016-03-07T22:20:52","modified_gmt":"2016-03-07T22:20:52","slug":"dear-amy-whinehouse-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-amy-whinehouse-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Amy Whinehouse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is something so real, raw, and honest about you and I find it striking. I say this in present tense because it stands true even though you are gone. I can watch an interview and feel so sure that you&#8217;re still here; or I can hear your song come on and every being of my bones starts to dance. How beautiful that you put sadness into something you can dance to. Thank you for that. Thank you for making sadness something beautiful, because it is. Thank you for making it real, raw, and honest just like you. It makes us feel, and it makes us remember we&#8217;re alive &#8211; there is still a beating heart there. You, beloved, remind me that I am alive. You, dear Amy, are still alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is something so real, raw, and honest about you and I find it striking. I say this in present tense because it stands true even though you are gone. I can watch an interview and feel so sure that you&#8217;re still here; or I can hear your song come on and every being of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=605"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}