Dear simple and strong,
I know we don't know each other well, but I met you last year around summer time, when the end of the day's sun didn’t bother us, remember? I do to a certain degree, so can you please write to me to help me remember what we talked about and how you smiled. Was it a big grin with teeth, or a hand under the chin that did it? I know you might find it foolish that I'm writing after so long, but I miss what you said to me and how it filled the empty space with something fresh. Packing, unpacking, it didn’t really matter. So please refresh my blank memory. I want the sun to set with a smile, not discontent.
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