[i have reembarked on transcribing the letters my grandmother wrote to my grandfather when he was stationed in china in the 1940s. i am continually struck by the resemblance of thoughts, words, and feelings of a twenty-something of that era with those of a twenty-something of this era. though my grandmother died when i was ten, i am still able to get to know her. for that i am endlessly grateful.]
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That's amazing and wonderful and blows my hair back.And I got your birthday card (Thank you!). It's a little wrinkly from the downpour, which I like. It's proof of that card's long and arduous journey!<3
<3<3 i'm glad my card made it.i get chills when i'm reading the letters too. it's always a treat 🙂
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