Maudlin Pond Press
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Kaaren Nowicki

All My Love, Gib

We untied the white velvet ribbon and opened the hinged lid to discover a huge collection of old letters. I’d expected something more exciting, like a ballerina doll or new black patent leather party shoes.

Instead, I saw hundreds of envelopes, each of them edged with red-and-blue chevrons and hand addressed in black ink.

My disappointment dissolved when Mom let me know that the letters, grouped into bunches tied with blue satin ribbons, were written by my father during World War II.

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