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	life is an envelope & we are the love letters written in an unknown hand. I pass my time re-reading myself looking for clues, looking for a change in the ink. fretting over the quality of my paper as I press up against the others in the pile. knowing I’ll never see inside them, know their contents. & when one of the other envelopes goes missing, I try to convince myself we are all eagerly awaited at the other end & will be greeted with great joy.

life is an envelope