Letter of the Week
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Here in Kentucky spring has unearthed a 17-year cicada brood. The bugs make an otherworldly droning buzz around my aunt and uncle’s house deep in the woods. After a night of tornadoes, it sounds like a siren coming from the trees, a signal of doom after the trauma over night. I’m wrong about the cicadas,…
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This is a curated selection of letters that leaves a mark on the world, on someone’s life, or just in the margins of time.
Each is transcribed with care and respect for the medium that first carried it: the typewritten page.
