dear squirts, this is an odd letter for me to write you, since i don’t know if you are to be in the land of someday. i don’t even know how properly to imagine you. but i know one thing, and i know it all too well. darlings, i will fail you. i will disappoint…
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a letter to space
hello there. i owe you an apology. are we friends? if not, then, aside from the gaps of time and space and distance and age, which mean something but not much, it is my fault. for all the off-and-onness of our acquaintance i’ve played jekyll and hyde. jekyll was a jerk, pure and simple —…
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dear darling, let’s have a red door on our house. a red door is mystery and cheer, sanctity and comfort. a red door is a sign of safe haven. a red door is danger and delight. a red door is love and life and strange sunsets. a red door is fire and wine. let’s have…
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dear squirts, i bought us a copy of winnie the pooh the other day. i say “us” because i haven’t read it but promise to read it to you once upon a time in the land of someday. we’ll have secret toast and tea and honey and marmalade and loll about on the grass like…
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letter
hello, you. i don’t know where you are, but where i am it’s a thursday rapidly flying toward friday. it’s finally silent, the stillness welcoming, not oppressive. i saw the sun rise this morning as i waited for my coffee to brew, and i saw it set this evening as i walked across the office…
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there is a 5% to 6% chance something could go wrong and life would not be the same or death could, perhaps, succeed living and the hyper-correctness of AP style while i am alive and lucid, therefore i wish to ask you a question — what will happen when you die? we all do someday,…
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life is very strange sometimes i find myself wishing i were back in childhood making mischief, playing in the mud happy-go-lucky as the days were long i remember that seven hours was eternity barefoot summers were infinite and Christmas could never come soon enough i thought school must surely be endless but slowly life sped…
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