9.12.13

Letters, beautiful letters on papers, life's a dreary adventure without the comfort of writing







I cannot write anything to this post. Not more than this.
I find comfort in writing.
I write letters.
I write novels.
I write short stories.
Poems.
I love to philosophise.
I love to write essays.
I write sometimes with my bs generator on.
Poems.
I can't crack them, but I love them.
And nothing gives me more joy than the post I get from others.
And what I can send to friends and family.

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