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Like a child
at Christmastime, I await your letter... you weave musings so fascinating in spite of the hellish world in which we live- our Earth. Your way with words enchants me, sparking my desire to think... and to love. It is you I await. You do not bring me to life but through your words to me, I find the missing pieces of my long forgotten dreams and skills I had forgotten I possessed; they are back. I'm mentally alive.
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