September 10, 2009

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i wrote a letter to my dear sandy and burnt it. I'm sure she got it. When the flames consumed the last of the letter, i let it fly, down, down. the scraps of burnt paper came soaring back up on the wind, towards the clouds, where my Sandy will receive them with open arms.

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