The heat here is alive and it keeps running its lewd hands over my body. I miss the dry heat of home, the music of the crickets at night, the constant chattering of the sprinklers. What is …
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Letter 4: hauntings of home
If you did, indeed, lose a part of yourself in the depths of space, then I have found it in my travels. It was drawn to me, drawn by the strength of my love for you and …
