March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

I would like to write you a letter at some point. One of my greatest pleasures, and you would be a wonderful person to write to. To sit, of an evening, with paper and pen, before the window, and write to you. In a cafe with the waiters wondering how many coffees I will last out, they will last out. Will write to ask your address at some point, when that time comes up.

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