This work belongs to me. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from me.
This is a work of NONFICTION. However, I am an unreliable narrator. So while I try to be as credible as I can be with facts and research about my great-grandparents' lives, I include imaginative scenarios with them and some of the memories I share may be faulty, because sometimes memories are not accurate.
Also, I would also like to note that I try to present my great-grandparent's love letters as accurately as possible. This means, at times, you will stumble upon misspelled words, odd grammar use, missing punctuation, and other forms of human error. I have done only very light editing for clarity.
With that out of the way, let's get on to the good stuff. Happy reading!
-Attempting2Write
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Dear Gen: A love letter
Non-FictionShe was a girl from San Francisco. He was a cowboy from the California foothills. Met by chance, brought together through letters. And though the lovers are gone, the letters remain. This is their love story. And mine.
