Ethan Hawke letter 53, 082324
Letter 082324 last future
Dear Ethan Hawke
I remember making from plastic my children’s memories. Ghosts were as new to me as hands were to angels. Line-breaks lived in a microscope held by my father to be the holder of god’s skin. I had an animal nearby and a book about its food. A mother until there was nothing to die of.
kingsoftrain 
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