Aunty Hop's letters in particular were near poetic. I probably skim read them as a 15 year old at boarding school, but I use to smell them all the time because the paper would smell like home and that's what comforted me then.
The letters no longer smell like home, but their words mean more to me now than the scent I no longer recognize.
Their words remind me every day that I am loved.
And these words.

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That's awesome that you could highlight parts of the letter.
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