i still find sand in my bed, despite the fact that i have changed the sheets twice. i don't mind, though.

i had forgotten about that scrap of paper tacked to my wall in front of my desk. i wrote that down one night while we were talking, and thought of you every time i saw it. it's still there, and means more today.

i had a lot to say, but again, my mind wanders. more later. much more.

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