December 3, Love Letter 3 of 25.
WHO IS SHE?
SHE. The light of my young life.
Until she was gone. Gone.
SHE. Cuddled me each night.
I would toddle to her bed and beg to sleep with her.
SHE. Eloped.
I didn’t understand.
SHE. Was gone.
SHE. Was gone; missed dearly, daily.
SHE. Was gone; never forgotten, yet never the same.
SHE is my sister, Linda.
My love letter to SHE.
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