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hmmmmm. This window closed suddenly. Ghosts in the machine.
It made me write letters, long ones on 11 by 17 inch sheets of paper and made me write at least 6 pages to each person. I wrote to my Florida daughter, her daughter and son and her husband and a friend in Rio. That letter was ten pages long.........
My Rio friend returns my letters to her about every ten years, what fun is that?!?!?!? It is fun.
posted by
benzinha
on August 28, 2008 at 3:02 AM
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My mother found lots of old family letters. What fun...........she read,
I laughed.
It
posted by
benzinha
on August 28, 2008 at 3:00 AM
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azur...i'm missin' you
posted by
mysteria
on August 23, 2008 at 2:37 PM
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I promoted your blog yesterday and am putting it out today! Any new letters? sam
posted by
sam444
on August 23, 2008 at 8:02 AM
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Azur
'I love you' covers it all doesn't it.
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 17, 2008 at 10:03 PM
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treasures of my heart, things I left behind in Australia. Like Scarlet
O'Hara, I'll think of them another day.
posted by
Kabu
on August 17, 2008 at 10:03 PM
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Azur
These always tug at my heart and yet, being the hopeless romantic that I am...I can't help myself but believe that someday.......
posted by
Bel_
on August 15, 2008 at 8:08 PM
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What a great one! I adore it! sam
posted by
sam444
on August 15, 2008 at 3:24 PM
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A simple statement of love is usually sufficient. Most of us don't have to count the ways in a poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 15, 2008 at 12:35 AM
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Azur
Early in our relationship, there was a period when Queen V and I lived in seperate cities. I wrote her letters several times each week, a few of the "love" variety, but mostly just about the things going on in my life. No big deal. Such things come easy for me. Though I meant every word, they were often forgotten the moment I sealed the envelope. Years later when we were moving to our new home, I stumbled upon a gray accordian-type satchel in the closet. Inside was every letter I wrote her filed in the order I wrote them. I put everything back the way I found it and never mentioned it to her.
posted by
Talion_
on August 14, 2008 at 4:01 PM
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