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Letters, Alive
The scribbles in my journals, the ink on pastel sticky notes dotting my walls, the one-line notes on my phone, the words of others remembered and collected like priceless ocean pearls by my reaching hands, to their speakers merely grains of sand on a beach of passing thoughts
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The scribbles in my journals, the ink on pastel sticky notes dotting my walls, the one-line notes on my phone, the words of others remembered and collected like priceless ocean pearls by my reaching hands, to their speakers merely grains of sand on a beach of passing thoughts

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