Dear Friend,
I didn’t think I’d feel that
again, the sparks, the innocence, my love for words. There it was, right in your hands. Next thing I know, I couldn’t stop smiling
like a fool. Can you believe it? Why do you always carry books like other
people carry phones?
I’ve started reading again.
Thought that part of me was gone for good, but somehow you brought it back.
Thanks, hope you rest well!
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