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A Letter from Erika & my Response

Erika sends me the most wonderful letters in the mail. She is, in part, responsible for my desire to create this Substack. We met when I was 24 and rented a room in her apartment, in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. To this day, I am sad she moved out to get her own place. But at least now I understand it.

January 24, 2025

Dear Naz,

I feel like someone who has bee…