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{the missive} dan schaeffer After I received the letter from another planet a door opened in the wall and I stepped away. A circumference of 2 miles is my life, ok. Tangled edges and puzzles all with genuine social names like war and addiction and accident shake my eyes. Sex and separation play hard ball, don't play at all. You are so learned out there, into your causes, into blood into the business of far away. You look so learned from here. Your seriousness is a grace that makes me weep. |
