An unlaunched missive is not an armed missile; just a simple epistle.
Your old haunts are not your new hangouts.
Return and advise.
Time fra(c)ks on; and, the wrinkles around mine eyes grow deep, but show the decades of a consistent smile.
What burned smolders.
What intimidated may now, well, produce reminiscent giggles.
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WrittenCasey 
Well put!
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