Ethan Hawke letter 49, 081524
Letter 081524 history, last
Dear Ethan Hawke
In the movie I am born and pushed into a softspot where silence is a mirror’s fossil. A deer and a horse enter Ohio wearing the same angel of oil. Before becoming thunder, the sex of a father’s southern ghost flashes god three times. Now swims in its eating of the present.
kingsoftrain 
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