I don’t know who’s going to find these letters, or if anyone ever will. But if they’ve been found, then it means that you’ve either moved into my house, or you’ve bought the property. I’d like you to read them if possible. A dying woman’s last request to a large and vast universe. Perhaps you will find these a day, a month or a year after I’ve written them, or maybe more. Right now, as I write by the light of a dim light bulb, I’m alone. There’s no one here to share my thoughts. I didn’t think that I would have so much to share as I waited for Death. Suddenly there’s so much that I want to say. Which is peculiar because I didn’t have much to say much during my life. There was no one to really listen even if I did, and I suppo... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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