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Dear John

Action: Writing a letter
Word: Hair
Word Count: 92

Dear John

Unblinking, the blank page stared. Its glaring whiteness a challenge, a mocking salvo daring her to take the first shot.

Pen was poised, ready to strike, but not one cell mobilized to honor her command. An inner battle of clashing thoughts raged, paralyzing her.

Body in suspension; memories bubbled to the surface. Youthful optimism. Passionate love. The moments his hands reverently stroked her lush blonde hair.

Those locks were broken years ago. The key to his heart got lost along the way.

What words, said now, could salvage the spoils of war?

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