Written this past summer, 2023. There’s seven of them stacked by date on my bedside drawer. A shoebox underneath the bed houses 23 more. Each letter, carefully folded, preserves some fragment of…
Written this past summer, 2023. There’s seven of them stacked by date on my bedside drawer. A shoebox underneath the bed houses 23 more. Each letter, carefully folded, preserves some fragment of…