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  • On the inside of us are other people. A thing discovered from a time when people used to write letters and you stuck them in a box. How similar the mindfulness of simple things and daily life and always, always the awareness of the weather is to her. These traits you noticed in the letters live inside, as your traits too, not as you thought from your own life experience, but a blueprint of someone else. Inside beyond your control of yourself, like birds hatched knowing the flight paths they will need, these things have kept you whole in times of need and never did you know, until you read the letters that these things did not come from you but were written across you like the writing across the page, taken out again and again on days long after she had gone.

    Nobody writes letters anymore, but when they did I kept them in a box for days inside, to look inside the pages and find such things as this.
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