Musings Missing
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Letters
Nothing is more foreign than a snail mail anymore.
Words written on a piece of paper, with dark, permanent ink.
Yours have come in handy.
Thank you for the time you spent on them.
Memories, good and bad is certainly almost good.
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