Thursday, December 19, 2013

dispatches from nowhere #2

Dear                      ,
            You’re probably surprised to receive this from me. But I’ve thought of you a lot recently. Perhaps it’s the time alone, in an unfamiliar place. Maybe it’s the sound of the waves at night.
            I don’t know if I should apologize or ask for an apology. Maybe it’s irrelevant. They are not the same but seem to blend together. There is a beautiful ache in the wind.
            Does time wear things down, blunt the edges enough, so that we can hold our memories again?

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