this is a love letter.

there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year.
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winter comes even in california.
and, there are these inextricable connections: an old roommate you never really talked to, that girl who writes for the stranger you saw sometimes eating pho, a songwriter who constructed stories just because he knew they'd save your life someday because maybe once they saved his, too.
little snippets never cohesive enough to patch into a story.