Time is the tragic third act we all saw coming. And yet, we're ill prepared.
Returning home, I took a nap that crawled into dreams and insecurities, wrapping around me until I woke three hours later. I was going to call you today, to make up for the last time I forgot, but now I'll call you tomorrow, to make up for remembering. Or I'll try, at least. A simple hello in verbose rambling, do we ever do anything easy?
Paz y amor,
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