[ Normally, he tucks the post-it note into a folder or somewhere special, or leaves it up until he can return to write his own. That morning, when he sees the note, he tucks it into his shirt pocket, just above his heart, hidden beneath his jacket.
He writes his newest note later, once again selecting just a few lines from the poem to write out. ]
[...]again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
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He writes his newest note later, once again selecting just a few lines from the poem to write out. ]
[...]again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.