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kim. i keep falling in love with a woman, anny, and it makes knowing things seem silly. she makes me think that the only thing that really matters is having her look at me how she does. and when i think about what i've written over the years and it was always with the hope that the one i was looking for in the story was someone i knew must exist. perhaps part of my devotion to what i do comes from wanting to be someone she could love.

it's all over done. that's the way of a writer. all writers always.

i'm sure i'm only confusing you.

be patient. work at it. life has a way of giving you what you need.

and another thing i'm really happy about is having friends. even friends you can't always like are good to have. they will say hello one day when a hello is what you need to save the day. some days, as most of us would know, can be hell. on those days it's good to know a few angels.

i'm sure this is more than enough for now, kim. there is no big secret to life. countless little ones. see how many you can figure out in the next month or two and let me know.

i know you can change someone's day with a word, so make it a good one.

_duck stop_

thanks for asking, kim. it's good to remind myself.

i've been a master of holding myself back. sometimes i had no choice. it's better to let it out. finding the way is the trick.

don't wait for a kick start.

they hurt.

you make yourself matter in the manner and matter of what you do.

and if you find an italian ice cream shop, get some. if they make it themselves, it's also one of the important things.

that.

apple pie and brownies.

fun is the best medicine. take lots.

your oldest cousin in the world,

john rah