Emma,

Some things come

to pass. Some don't.

1999's a long time ago,

and even if I never did

work in that cafe,

(not the Starbucks,

the little cozy place)

well, I still worked out.

Did you ever find your place

on the coast? With the coffee,

and the birds,

and the long clouds

you said you'd watch all day?

I missed the sea. Ended up

further west. And Emma,

I'm writing this

on stolen time, but

I'm still writing;

checking the clock,

and wondering if

you're doing the same.

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