I saw a picture of you today. It's been so long since I saw you in the flesh. I forget to think of you. Perhaps if I had thought of you when the time was right, things would be different.
But I didn't.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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