Do you think of me often, or ever remember that night? I wondered if you miss me as much as I do you. And if you knew how much I wanted to tell you this. Or did you know that in spite of what people call my craft and skill, I will never say it quite right, though I’ll grow and cut back and probably grow again through the trying, I will fail.
Letters Never Sent


Great story, brave, too.

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