Modue makes a point of leaving a small but precious letter every time she passes by, even though I have not opened the door or come out to play in weeks. Just a precious little letter to say hi and bring a smile to my face.
God save letterboxes !!
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Some Postcards from a Cold January in Berlin, 1929
Herr Cice and his Oda, I think their skin will come off if they try to pull themselves from each other now. On the chair the young Leonor....
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Still trapped, but in the odd moments I allow myself to rest I am reading a curious thing. It's a magic book one of the veterans used ... -
Taryn (nowhereg1rl) Without a doubt. Visit her (profile) if you don't believe me. Going to bed laughing hysterically to myself. PS _ a...
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