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Hope
The Dime
wilowisp
I recieved a letter from myself today, dated March 11, 1999. I was a junior in High School. Things have changed; situations, people, material instances. But as I read my own words, my phrases and writing tics, as I think about who I was and who I am...

So little has actually changed. And that I find hopeful. That perhaps I am essential, in some shape or form. There is a 'me' that will stand intact throughout my life. I have not changed, I have only grown.

I asked my future self so many questions, made so few statements or demands. I was curious, inquisitive, rather than pensive and afraid. I wanted the future to come.

And now it is here. Maybe it's not what I expected at age 16, but that me would have liked it all the same.

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