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White Horses Dark Shadows: A Modern Day Intense Romance | A story about finding True Love

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“My friend.. Today I missed you. I wanted to tell you what's going on with me, And hear what's going on with you, but something destroyed my phone And I lost my loved ones' phone numbers... I wonder.. Did something destroy your phone too? Is that why you lost my phone number as well? My friend.. Today I made a kite with some of the kids here. I attached a message to it, hoping it would reach you. And as soon as it flew freely in our sky, I let go of the thread and watched it flew farther and farther.. hoping it wouldn't lose its way.. Perhaps it's still remembers our city that has became unfamiliar! My friend.. It seems that my kite is lost just like the pigeons and the phone numbers are lost, and the way is lost, only a few dreams remain, or even less than a few... My friend.. I still watch the sky, and watch the children's kites, perhaps one of them carries a message from you to me... letters in wartime”

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“This morning, my grandmother stretched out her hand to feel the air, then raised her head to the sky and said, “It's fig harvest time.” She sat silently for the rest of the day. My friend, it seems that we all yearn for even the smallest details and simplest things that were once a part of our lives. Like the fig trees and the day of their harvest. Do you remember the day my mother made me cut a large pot filled with figs to make jam for us, and you came to help me? Do you remember the secrets and stories we shared over that pot of figs? And do you remember helping my grandmother knead the cookie dough afterwards? The taste of laughter, the smell of the house, and the warmth of our hearts as we dipped those cookies in the fig jam. My friend, will we ever make jam and cookies together again? Or will we continue to long for our memories, loved ones, friends, and fig trees? letters in wartime”

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“When we first left home, my little brother asked me, "Where are we going?" I told him, "Just a short trip." However, it turned out to be more than just a short trip, it was a big pain. It seems that I ruined the excitement of the trip for my little brother because after having to leave five or six times, he stopped asking and just got used to leaving without arguing. Do you remember our last trip? That day, my uncle gathered all the boys and girls, relatives and friends, made us sandwiches, borrowed his friend's big car, and took us to the beach. I wonder everyday if my kites will reach my uncle. His phone is still off. Or is he waiting for us under the fig tree at our old house? If you ever meet him, please tell him that my little brother needs someone to show him the true meaning of a trip. Maybe he can make him laugh again. - letters in wartime”

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“My friend.. Do you remember when they told us that every flower has a meaning and every color has its significance? They say.. There is a red flower in a faraway land that symbolizes deep sadness. My friend.. Which flower can scream with longing and cry with yearning and take revenge for the broken laughs? Maybe those poppy flowers do that? Maybe we can hide inside of them like fetuses sleeping peacefully? My friend.. I have never held those poppy flowers before.. I don't know how they feel or smell but.. It seems that those poppy flowers dig into memories and summon tears.. - letters in wartime”

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