Letters O.G. Rose The day came again when I would only have dreams. It is hard to let go of someone you are still holding. I cut my hair, washed up, and arrived at the airport at 5:00 to see her before she left. I held the letter tight in my hand as I made my way inside. I never realized the airport was so massive. There were thousands of people. Briefcases weighed down every hand except mine. Everyone was occupied by how they were leaving and going somewhere else. I sat down on a bench where I could watch the planes take off and studied the letter… scribd/doc/177417538/Letters-by-O-G-Rose
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 21:25:59 +0000
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