all of the little notes left under upside-down stamps on every letter and every postcard that i ever wrote her, mean nothing now. sight unseen. she never knew… they were never known to exist to anyone but me. perhaps at present they don’t exist at all. offered up in flame to her new beginning, or simply discarded in th…
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