Ande

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Ande.

I'm sorry, my dear.

I know I've dropped off the face of the Earth.

And I miss you

sososososososososososososososo

very much.

I'm back, though, yes?

yes.

You write beautifully.

Sometimes I wish you would be less cryptic when you write.

Sometimes I want to know exactly what's going on in your head.

I always see you smiling.

Do you ever cry?

What makes you cry?

And what makes you feel better?

How do you keep your chin up?

What inspires you?

What disappoints you?

What is reality to you?

What do you think of me?

If you could be an animal, what would you be?

These are things I wonder when I think of you.

You make me think

BIG THOUGHTS.