Tuesday, August 17

l o n g i n g

There are those of y o u, like me who crack open an old favorite book and can trace your fingers across the pages of fiction and remember where you were in your life at that time when those words burned a hole in your memory. There are those of y o u, you who feel the paper of a poetry book and yearn for another page turn and for those who still love the lost art form in a letter, this prose is for you. Y o u and I have alot in common then we do.

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