The Writing Desk
Atarah,
Some days I write because I have too many thoughts.
Other days I write because I do not want to forget.
These letters are little pieces of my ordinary days.
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Letters To Atarah
Dear Atarah, It rained quite hard today. It started slowly at first, then all at once, like it could not decide how it wanted to fall. I found myself watching it longer than I meant to. I am not entirely sure why I am writing this. It just felt like I wanted to put a…
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Letters To Atarah
Dear Atarah, It rained again today, though not as heavily as the last time. I didn’t dare step a foot outside. I’m glad I finished cutting the grass and cleared my front yard before it started raining again. It was getting pretty overgrown, and if I left it for another few days, it would have…
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Letters To Atarah
Dear Atarah, I woke up at eleven in the evening, unsure of what to do at such an awkward hour, so I made myself a cup of hot chocolate. The house was so quiet, I could hear myself breathing. This kind of silence is not unfamiliar to me. But you know, the more silent it…
Letters To Atarah
Dear Atarah, I went to church today. You probably have already noticed that my faith has much influence on my decision-making process, even if I often deny it. I really did not want to leave the house, seeing that the rain might pour down at any moment. I went anyway. However, I was late after…
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