Dear Amelie,, are you waiting for me somewhere? Wait for me to travel in the summer, wake up in the morning where there is milky sunlight diffusing into the air, filling our pillow and the cracks on the wall.
What if you don't lie? What if they don't fight? What if we haven't lost it, I guess I could still smile.
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