November 2009
6 posts
Sometimes I Read Her Postcards While Processing...
There’s this one girl who gets a postcard every single day. Every now and then I read them. Here’s a transcription of the one she’ll receive today…
“(Cont. From Yesterday)…of my life. (My wedding day doesn’t count—I was too terrified that day to feel happiness.) Naming you ______ was a way of remembering and honoring her, of giving her another shot...
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