Dearest Miriam,
Living is difficult but when I remember your tenderness, the look as I walked away, the unasked questions your lips raised, my promise to return soon, I inhale, thriving on. Aching to be where you are, a place called home.
Speaking of home, I heard the storms swept through town, wreaking havoc on our memories, carrying people away. Sad I am but grateful you are alive.
No more sad tales. Remember I love MORE each day. Reply soonest.
Des
As I folded the letter back, I wondered how to reply Des informing him Miriam had passed on too!
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