Dear Fred,

The hours of sleep and I don’t know what you need.
The waves are not allowed to use the beach.
Kate`s holiday in the world is going through my head.

I don’t know why you want to be in a yoga pose.
The hours of work are beautiful and long.

Change the world and the world changes you.
The waves are beautiful women.
I was there in the hours.

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Love, George

(This was created using my new Kindle Fire HD. The predictive text sometimes does weird and amazing things. About 80 percent of this was it talking. I did some editing, and every now and then it wouldn’t come up with a noun so I’d type a random letter and go with what it offered then. This is from a new series I have created of letters between two friends – Fred and George. Hopefully I’ll learn more about them.)