such immense vulnerability in that place.
Letters Never Sent

Vulnerable indeed, when the final vestige defining the line between what you knew before, and what will change you forever is the mere arch of a brow or the childhood scar beneath a chin. Vulnerable indeed. alto, this story feels like poetry to me.

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