(Author’s Note: Due to a glitch on one end or another, this post [originally scheduled for Saint Valentine’s Day] sat unpublished. I’m making the executive decision to publish it anyway because love can be celebrated all year long.xoxo, dw)
There sits on my bookshelf a used book of assembled love letters. Given as a Christmas gift in 1978 to the “beloved…
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