Dear Friend,
It giggles me to wonder through how many hands this will pass until it rests in yours. It twinkles me to guess how many black and white letters you’ve read this life before mine. It pleasures me so to know that right now your neck feels uncomfortable and now you will glance up and to the left and look around to assure yourself that you are not observed.
Shut the door.
This is good.
Peace, Love, Friend
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