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“…yours letters have been a light for me to follow. Your words? A sublime feast that fed me on days when I was starving.
I love you, Iris.
And I want you to see me. I want you to know me. Through the smoke and the firelight and kilometers that once dwelled between us.
Do you see me?”
Roman Carver Kitt, thank you.
— Apr 21, 2024 12:21AM
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