At some point he discovered a drawer full of postcards, all unsent. On each, a line of a song, a half-finished poem, an apology, a promise—evidence of a life lived in pieces. “Why keep them?” he asked.
At some point he discovered a drawer full of postcards, all unsent. On each, a line of a song, a half-finished poem, an apology, a promise—evidence of a life lived in pieces. “Why keep them?” he asked.
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