Ethan Hawke letter 27, 071924
Letter 071924
Dear Ethan Hawke
The writing is only going to get more beautiful. Stop growing, we say. Sleep directs its first play. Its only. God in a glacier. Bombs have everywhere to go.
Letter 071924
Dear Ethan Hawke
The writing is only going to get more beautiful. Stop growing, we say. Sleep directs its first play. Its only. God in a glacier. Bombs have everywhere to go.

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