We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I found this one in the archive, shooted exactly two years ago.

These are the letters my grandmother wrote to my grandfather in 1934, while he was away very far from her.

 

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