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dani pierson
letters to my friends (a blog of sorts)
Dear Sumida River
Dear Astray, in the middle of my anger,
Dear classroom couch that I petulantly ponder this all on instead of participating in class,
Dear frost scattered across the lawn that I yearn for in thirty-degree heat on the other side of the world,
Dear Sumida River Walk spiderwebs that I haven’t stopped thinking about since we first met,
