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Friendship: words from far (but not that much)

so, a friend (for me) wrote me a letter... and it was nice, very... but, those changes, those mutations and metamorphosis can kill her inner "do"? can they? hope not, really anyway, walking into this breathing is something very curious, surprising isn't it? well... again... no time now, no time ever for now but, charcoal

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