Letter

In the worn-out cloth bag of the one who still has enough words for the final journey? After more than half a century of sowing seeds of life and death, words lost and words remaining.

Now it's time to write words and compose poems.
It's not just humans.
one button press
Millions of characters poured out in the blink of an eye.
Where are those loving, stained letters now?
Slowly and sadly, they secretly sent each other messages of love.

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