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A gentleman sat at a table and wrote a letter.

The table was round, wooden, small, a little piece of black paint chipped off its right side edge...

The man sipped his coffee; read his letter.

After he was finished, he got up, pocketed his pen, and walk away.

He left the le...

When we hold questions in our minds that never make it out of our mouths, what becomes of us? When we think thoughts we share freely in spaces not so free, what becomes of us? When we take actions not congruent with our beliefs simply because we were not thinking or we...

Whoa! Mississippi.

Goddam, I came to you full and left you hungry!

Not in a bad way, honie. Not in a bad way.

Thanks for the love, the history lessons, all the feelings... So many feelings. 

You scared me, you loved me, you shocked me, you opened me up, you broke my heart,...