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  • Writer's pictureAnn L


Updated: Jun 16, 2020

There I lay, on my bed, a young girl about ten years old. I poured over the words he wrote in one of his love letters to me. I was able to comprehend much of it, but parts were beyond my capacity to understand. Oh how I desired to know the meaning of every weighted word. I knew deep within my heart that every single word was special and just for me. His love letters to me would inspire my dreams and visions throughout the night and day.

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