Twig wrote:Around 1990 or so, my mother sent me a bunch of old letters I'd written to my parents beginning in college. (She was downsizing.) It was weird to read my own letters!
I had a stash like you're describing -- a big ol' box full of hand-written letters I'd received from friends through the years. I'd read them all several times before, and when I moved this last time in 2009, I had a big bonfire. Now I am downsizing! Hope you enjoy reading those letters you have; they really are a treasure in this day of email & texting. Precious ink, indeed.
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