Dust and Other Things

Sometimes I get in the mood to clean and go through stuff. My aim is to eliminate some of it. Well, I end up looking, sorting, and keeping most of it.

A box stores letters my grandmother wrote to her love, my grandfather.

She wrote many during their time apart in 1921.

I found a pressed flower inside this letter's pages. 

The letters are hard to read due to her handwriting and spelling errors.

But the sweetness within them is charming.

I wonder did she have a special nook where she would compose her thoughts on paper to send to her sweetheart.