Letters {Number 40}

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My Dearest Love,
Recently I found myself absentmindedly sitting and listening to ticking of the clock. Its steady pace and lulling rhythm make it so easy to forget what is actually happening. Each tick, each tock build up and up and up until they explode into eternity; etched in forever.
Patiently,
Your Dearest Heart

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My Dearest Heart,
It is never easy to give away something so precious as love. It is as if you are giving away a very real, very tangible part of yourself. The care it takes just to bundle it up is enough to cause the sincerest of doubts. And of course, once it begins it’s journey, there is no return to sender.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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