My nights of late consist of reading with a cup of tea or a drop of whiskey bedside, then pulling out my little 'desk' which is just a flat wooden box that used to hold six bottles of wine and scribbling away letters to friends until my eyelids are heavy and my head begins to droop. I have many dreams that have yet to be realized, but I have to pull myself away from dreaming to let those dreams materialize.
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"My Hana..." is that a M letter?
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