Awhile ago Nicole and I had a ritual; we would write secrets and uplifting notes on scraps of paper and put them in random places around town. Bookstores, car windshield wipers, and clothing stores. A picture of this one was recently taken an uploaded on the Postsecret website. We aren't exactly positive, but we think we remember it being one I wrote. I vaguely remember the words, and it definitely is reminiscent of my handwriting.
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Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers, but all that lives is born to die.