Hi, Wilson

“And that’s it. That’s how you know. You know, because the identification code tattooed across your chest begins to look a lot less like a bunch of alphabets and numbers strung together, and a lot more like a single coherent word.”

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“But, sometimes, when your embrace feels exceptionally warm, exceptionally long – like a whisper of what could be – I find myself there, on the other side. And I am never quite sure if I am longing or waiting”

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