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A Letter to My Great-Great-Great-Granddaughter
Written on a storm-lit night, sometime in the 1800s
By candlelight, with trembling ink**
My dearest love,
I do not know your name, nor the world you walk in
but I know you exist,
and that alone has kept my heart from fading.
Tonight the rain writes beside me.
It taps the glass like a distant clock,
reminding me that time cannot keep us apart forever.
I hope you are painting, or dreaming, or writing your own impossible stories.
I hope your hands are gentle with the world,
and that your eyes still see beauty where others see ruin.
They say women like me do not leave legacies.
But I left this:
a whisper in ink
a seed in the dark
a single candle lit for you across centuries of wind.
If you ever feel alone
know that once, in another age,
someone loved you from the other side of time.
Keep walking toward the light,
and if you must cry, cry like the rain,
soft and full of memory.
Yours in shadow and starlight,
—E.