I'll send you a postcard, I promise that I'll write
I'll send you a postcard, I'll write every night
but I gotta leave...
Lately, I've encountered such similar sentiments among my fellow graduates, a nostalgia or longing for life to continue as it has for the last four years. The winding down days of summer trigger wishes to walk barefoot on the mall
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A lot of good news, I see. Some hardships, as well. So . . . life, basically. I'm glad at least to hear you're still living. But I'm especially glad that it's what you needed (namely, something completely different). I already have the same yearning (I think it's cause I'm on a five-year-plan of sorts).
Anyways, we should talk soon.
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