Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

5.10

I've written a hundred post cards and I have a hundred more, but I forgot you. You'd like a letter, I think. Would it hurt to see it in the mailbox? Would you pick it up? Are you afraid of my handwriting, mother of mine, and does the cramped script frighten you?

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