he gave them back to me last week. i dont know why im so forgetful. my mattess doesnt feel like it used to. everything moves how id like it to. i am eternally grateful for the tragectory of my life and all its secondary courses. i wish i could see more. im working on my patience again, maybe the moon gives me more the sight i yearn for. last years greetings werent as poetic.i think my son knows hes loved.ive tried my best to give him everything my mother forgot to give me.

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