Sometimes the place you're looking for is an imaginary place between 1 and 2. You're pretty sure it exists, because you've seen the mail box for that place. But then you're left with mailing stuff to that place. And maybe you get letters back sometimes. But it's still an imaginary place between the places we know.
I sometimes think that place really exists. Sometimes I think I've even been there.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
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