Dear Anne,
I’ve missed you even though we’ve never actually met. You and I were both born sixty-nine years apart.
Somehow your writing captured me and hopefully, mine will do the same.
We have so much in common, many conversations and games to play.
Travelling in the past doesn’t exist yet one day, it will do.
You had a diary and so did I.
Our pens effortlessly write down our feelings that if without paper, would hide away in our brains.
I’m glad to learn your story.
Yours, Alice
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