Letters by Kenny Mah

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Late the day

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July 16, 2017

Hey you,

Quietly you slip out of bed, your limbs still wrapped in the sheets. So late the day, way past afternoon, time to head out for some coffee then dinner. The sun’s not quite down yet but slowly waning. It’s late, you tell yourself again, oh where did the day I go?

No idea, I reply. But I’m here. Baby, I’m here.

Yours always and always,

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