Psithurisma

dear steve

love is a thing that no one understands in full, like the solution to a rubik's cube or what the universe is made of. you better learn to live with it, because it can kill a man or send him higher. be careful, steve, i like you and i'd rather not see you die.

i decided rain has a purpose. it's not only there to feed the ground. i think it rains when it's sunny to give you an idea of what life really is. there's no forty-two about it. life is just, well, sun on a rainy day, or rain on a sunny day, depending on how you look at it.

i'm glad you got it looked at. how's your friend?

god

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