Feeling quietly happy, content.
Wrote a letter to someone dear, I hope it makes her day. It made my mine. How strange, that the simple act of writing to someone, and feeling as if they were there, though in all possibility, they will only set eyes on it in the near future. That is the bane and the boon of letter writing.
Wrote a letter to someone dear, I hope it makes her day. It made my mine. How strange, that the simple act of writing to someone, and feeling as if they were there, though in all possibility, they will only set eyes on it in the near future. That is the bane and the boon of letter writing.
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