This morning I opened my Pandora's Box -- a small, antique trunk of letters I've collected since I was young -- half expecting the letters to burst forth on fluttering wings. The letter writing, and the collection, began with my first serious correspondence with my best friend, Suzin, at the end of 7th grade.
After she moved with her family back to West Germany, we wrote each other almost weekly for years. These letters, still scented with perfume, offer a passionate reflection of girlhood friendship that seems more reminiscent of an 18th Century romance than any modern day text messaging could capture
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