letters to africa
it's raining again... even in this world, it rains almost incessantly. if i were with you i wouldn't have to worry about rain, and you know how i hate it when it rains. tell me, dear friend... am i bound to drown in the rising tide? or will i swim out of this one?
i wish you didn't have to answer that... and maybe i shouldn't have asked at all.
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