Letters

I’m writing letters to a dead woman. 

She died 48 years ago.

Do I know her personally? No.

Then why am I writing?

Because I think she’ll understand.

She will.

I know she will.

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4 thoughts on “Letters

  1. abichica says:

    beautiful, if only we could all go back in time and talk to the people who we wish we could meet.. 🙂

  2. asoulwalker says:

    I’ve done this before. Maybe she will.

  3. Tazeen says:

    I write mine to people who don’t exist.

  4. Nicole says:

    That is a good idea. I’ve never done that before. I wonder what you’re going to say. I wonder what I’d say, and who I’d pick to write to.

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