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The Letter

It’s half a lifetime since we talked. No-one’s fault, but still I miss the comfort of our conversation.

I came across your last letter yesterday. I was rooting through the filing cabinet looking for our marriage certificate, and found both unexpectedly together, neither in its place.

I sat there a minute or two, holding the plain brown envelope, with the characters of our name in your familiar hand. Continue reading “The Letter”

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