Dear Writer,

We talked about DNA, which got me thinking. What do I hide? And how? We inherited the same truths, you and I. But, you rip everything up.

Rrrrrip. Break. Weave.

You are unbreakable.

I want quietness with you.

I am taking science and philosophy courses.

You were on a cliff but wanted the sea. Mendocino? I will come. I will bring my books, eat them even. Regurgitate with you.

No matter where you are, I come. I bring my books, and we sit and hash it out.

I see it.

There are four phases of being and matter.

There was churning before the Big Bang.

I am terrified because I am far. From you. As all shrinks and expands. The capriciousness of distance, a shelf we no longer share.

The sign is on faux-weathered wo...

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