stolen from the Johnathan Carrol Website.

[autumn_walkr]

"He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been

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[ironlungal]

So beautiful. And yet, so heartbreaking. Doesn't it seem like those things tend to go hand in hand?