Each month, for the past few years I've written a letter to my sister.
She doesn’t read them. She can't.
I still speak to her in ink—laying down words like flowers on a grave, knowing love cannot raise the dead.
Each letter comes with a drawing, a quiet reflection of memory, absence, and the things we carry when the people we love are gone.
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