Written words
Next to the photos sat a stack of old letters, tied neatly with a fraying red string. Lilly picked them up carefully, her hands shaking. The pages whispered as they shifted beneath her touch. She couldn’t understand the handwriting; the script curved in a language she didn’t recognize. Still, it was beautiful, like something pulled from centuries past, written with elegance that made the letters seem alive.
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