February 2010
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Salt-water
There is something about old letters. Reading them, takes me back, everytime. The people in my past who aren’t in my present physically, are still so much apart of me. I still see bits and pieces of you freckled into my words. I catch myself smiling thinking about the time you cried, knocking on my glass sliding door, asking to come in. You stayed in wal-mart with me for 4 hours....
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“Faith for all defects supplying, where the feeble senses fail.”
– St. Thomas Aquinas 