The written word can make me feel so close to the writer. Maybe it’s because our written words endure long after we’re gone, connecting us to people we’ll never meet. Allowing us to know someone, deeply, who will never know us.

Isn’t that a beautiful way to connect; a connection that transcends time and geography and our physical selves.

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