The Unsent Letter
The Unsent Letter The envelope sat on the desk for twenty years, unopened, unwritten, a paper ghost that refused to leave the room. I knew every crease of its white surface, every smudge of the pencil marks my father had made when he first held it in his hands—marks he never explained, never justified, only pressed into the fiber of the paper and left there like a fossil record of a feeling he...
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