My roomie is helping redo my Godgrandmother's apartment. In the process I feel like I got to know this woman I never know from a bygone era. She appeared to have had a true love match, swapping playful poetry with her husband and also did stuff like write ty notes for squid: 
She would almost certainly have described herself as Chinese and in fact when she got cancer, she found a way to go back home to China to pass, leaving behind only these crumbling letters in exquisite handwriting.
I vaguely feel the need to digitize them before they completely turn to dust. And while I only met my Godgrandmother once I do feel spurred to improve my godawful handwriting, maybe based on hers'
Meanwhile the apartment will be transformed and a family will live there, ending its sad, 3-decade absence from Taipei's housing stock.
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