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  • This is my box of Love, my heart felt archive. My Daddy made it for me, lovingly. It is the dwelling place of love letters, letters from loved ones, and treasured objects. My hearts' archive.

    Letters from my first teenage love, letters from my last love (he is still my love) letters from my elderly Grandpa before he died, and postcards from my nine-year old best friend.

    Photographs, too many to count.

    The very first outfit I dressed my daughter in after her momentous and blessed birth.

    This is my box of Love. It is full. Full of Love.
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