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The Letter Writer

You can see they exist. You can't read them. That's the point.

After Midnight, To Julia & John

A reminder to them (and me) that ordinary days are the story.

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Draft Never Sent to Dad

Gratitude, frustration, and a lot of sentences that stayed unsent.

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For the Version of Me That Quit

A note to the timeline where I stopped building too early.

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