Time is finite.

Dear Zonk,

Time is finite. And I’m afraid I’m spending too much of it on the wrong things.

I’m afraid there’ll be none left for when I get round to doing all the things that I really want to be doing.

Time is finite. And I’m worried that I’m screwing things up irreparably. Even as we speak.

Love always,
K.

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