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RE: Letter To My Dearest.

in The Ink Well2 years ago

I think we all have memories of such relationships in our youth. Pure, naive, but so beautiful. Which we can look back on with nostalgia when we grow up and things in life suddenly change. A refuge to which we can return, and at the same time, it seems to belong to someone else, as if it did not happen to us, but was in someone else's life...

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Exactly. And it was indeed beautiful. Thanks so much for the comment!