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Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter. 

If it weren't for the sky, I’m not sure where we’d be. 

The sky can never be us, we are not the passing clouds, but 

Hello sweetheart! 

My goodness, how time has flown. 

You used to be so little, do you remember?