The day I left for 3 weeks.
lit for me candles
you both missing from my side
wick give smoke and steam
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Isaac Haldeman
NYC
I enjoy stories and telling them.
I’m the rich father before I am the poor artist.
Working on a novel. Why is it so hard?! ;)
@isaachaldeman
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