Hello.
Today is a slow-moving one. Another gray, rainy day, one that I tell myself will eventually give way to sunshine and daffodil blooms. Nick Drake is on the record player, the dishwasher humming in the kitchen.
There are weeks I sit down to write this letter many times, leaving behind a trail of unfini…
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