A few years ago I started to write and send these tiny thoughts from the notes app of my iPhone. It was during a stretch of time when I felt far away, cold and desperate for the warmth of a ray of soul.
Mostly the thoughts were provoked by these menial, miniature moments in real time, so easy to overlook and never turn back to again, that would somehow c…
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