Letters Poetry I poured my heart into those pages, yet I couldn’t bear to sign them with my name. Β© Sarah Doughty Share this:EmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike Loading... Related
I think it’s harder to know how to SIGN off from those types of letters… usually avoiding the word ‘love’ for one thing… LikeLiked by 1 person
I had this dream where a vintage suitcase was full of unsent love letters. I felt it needed to be written. πππ LikeLiked by 3 people
I think it’s harder to know how to SIGN off from those types of letters… usually avoiding the word ‘love’ for one thing…
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Yeah, I can understand that. π
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I can relate so well.
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome π
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So strong, and something we can all relate to.
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Thank you, love.
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And thus, heartbreaking…
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Indeed. Thanks, love.
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Be proud! I like your writing! Share it loud.
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Thanks, love! It was a part of a dream I felt needed to be shared. π
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Aww…. π¦
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I had this dream where a vintage suitcase was full of unsent love letters. I felt it needed to be written. πππ
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I think I can see the vintage suitcase. π
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Aw thanks. ππ
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