Letter no. 12: Streets

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Dear Mr. Programmer:

We walked together, admiring the leaves as they fall from the trees.
I never imagined that I would meet you there.
I mean we almost bumped into each other.
Was that a sign?
A sign that we were meant for each other.
Or maybe I was just half dreaming,
Wishing that somewhere beneath those skies,
You would see what I just saw.

Sincerely,
Hope

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