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?
Yours,
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