Ethan Hawke letter 13, 062724
Letter 062724 the painted door of hell and the non
Dear Ethan Hawke
I’ve seen a person lose a scar in a game of telephone. I talk bliss into a cup and the first time a child touches the earth their hands are underground. I wrote a poem called wheelchair machine all about my son’s footprint. Where it could be.
kingsoftrain 
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