Unsigned Letters
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Of Brief Encounters
To, My Dearest, You came to me like an unprecedented summer – full of heat but not without the hope of rain. I know not then what it was. For… Read more.
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Unbecoming
To, My Dearest, Today is a day of unbecoming. A day when you have ceased to become my existence and be on your own. The days remind of the… Read more.
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The House of Seasons
Something rotten had been buried in the soil. The old house where we lived has turned into a crematorium of memories. It gave away an effervescence of afterthought that no matter… Read more.
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The Cuckoo’s Spring
The cluttered thoughts give away to a cluttered handwriting. The hands tremble as you write making the reading impossible and the reaching untenable. Yet, what is to come, will come… Read more.
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Christmas
To, My Dearest, Today is Christmas. One of many 25ths of my 25th year. My first 25th of the 25th year. It reminds me of you. I know you aren’t… Read more.
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