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We've been writing a lot. That is not what we would call it. From birth you never needed to learn, no one needed a phone. Your spite for modernity, a rubric beneath which we share a sense around our years; it is internal, organic. I felt you near in the evening warmth and recalled a cold March, through one small New England college town. Buy a stamp. The small post office a crisp, dry and papery recollection in my present senses.
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