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Now just imagine the woman that wrote the first haiku on a piece of paper in the early morning, taken along in his lunch box, unaware of, yet. The same woman texting him the second during his afternoon meeting and leaving the third on his office's answering machine.

As he returns home the house is dark except for the candle light shining through the upper floor's window - from the bedroom. Like he always does, he checks the mailbox - kind of rushed today - to find the drawing...