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Reading a letter




She is reading a letter to her friend.  That is one of the joys we miss in this modern age.  Christmas is about the only time we receive a personal letter in the mail.  My Mum/Dad used to write to me every week and I used to similarly write to them.  Unfortunately I kept very few of the letters.

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  1. Sue (this n that)May 8, 2014 at 5:47 PM

    Yes, receiving a handwritten letter is always nice.
    This photo has such a lovely feeling to it. Just the body language etc I'm guessing they're Mother and Daughter :D)

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  2. VickiMay 9, 2014 at 5:02 PM

    Great character study, Joan. It speaks volumes.

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  3. Joan ElizabethMay 11, 2014 at 5:50 PM

    I observed these ladies with much interest. They had a picnic lunch with them, spreading gingham tea towels on their laps and containers with dainty morsels to eat. It was like a wonderful time warp watching them.

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