By lydia wilson
Date: 4 November 2000
your smile
so i sat here feeling ever so horrible for taking such an extended period of time to return your last letter. in self wallow, pitying myself for the rotten person i am, i came to a conclusion.
mass quantities of you must be produced. and as this is being done, half of the many creations of you will be put into storage for further use in the near future. the rest will be spread through out the world, a majority of them being centrally located in africa, in poverty stricken areas where children have small hopes. their new light will become you. and while you are there, your only task will be to grace them with the brilliance of your smile, and maybe to provide a friendly, warm greeting. so as you travel through the rugged congo spreading your love and radiant joy, the rest of you, wandering aimlessly through the world, will better the small populations in small town kentucky, where people still know how to load a type writer and are not bothered by the technology of a new age computer. but now, for your sake and mine, i must retire of my crazy ramblings and return to my hectic day of equations and foreign languages. my only purpose in writing you was to simply comment on how soothing it is to view the showing of your teeth with spread lips, which in some cultures is referred to as a smile...
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