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I never sent this to you. years ago.
are you anywhere?

here is a letter, instead of a post card.

today was like spring. an enormous mountain of clouds threatened us on the southeast. birds flew out from the heart of it. I thought there must be something behind it. the angry face of Zeus? I waited, but only saw the silly birds, wheeling and spinning. I walked about, it was quite warm for January.
on the corner there was a tree, full blooming with little pink and white petals, they flew all about me like snow. and it began to pour. I took the streetcar, downtown. my heart is very quiet, waiting.
I would believe that you are that beautiful warm person. the one that will really strike me. we'll run away, we'll talk and drink and smoke. and when you leave the world will writhe for me with intense color and noise. so suddenly will I become alive.
but I know that that person does not exist. so it is unfair of me to expect so much of you.