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[A Poem from the book]LettersThere is something about opening an envelopefrom a friendwritten in handstained with a raindropslipped through the doorso the dog will not run outbarking and leaping.
I sit at the tableto read and reread.I know the handwritingread what I want to hearsay what I thinkto myself, andput it in my drawerto season.
I will discover new wordstell you about friends who have missed yougive you that recipe I said I would sendplan as if tomorrow were yesterdayand you lived around the corner.I will pick up the pieces that made us friendsand dust them off, gently.