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In the end, we’re just stories left unread

cursive letters pale fade into weathered parchment— they were stories once.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 6/19/2025 12:54:00 PM
Creative and brief brilliance! Congratulations on your win!
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/19/2025 7:11:00 PM
Thank you, Karen <3 I appreciate your kind words.
Date: 6/19/2025 11:07:00 AM
Profound and succinct. Love it
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/19/2025 7:11:00 PM
Thank you so much, Andrea <3
Date: 6/12/2025 11:38:00 AM
I know children who cannot read cursive. So sad... just think the stories they will miss. Congratulations Jasmine! :)
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/13/2025 2:09:00 AM
Thank you, Linda <3 I do wish our generation (and the generations after us) can read more... children I know don't even read on paper anymore. It saddens me that they'll never understand the joy of smelling a new book, or the excitement treasure-hunting in an used-book store.
Date: 6/8/2025 7:49:00 PM
I like this haiku, Jasmine. The fading of the cursive letters --- letters that are rarer and rarer these days --- puts an exclamation next to the message you've conveyed, in my opinion. ~ Relentless Sands of Time, Gershon
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/8/2025 9:03:00 PM
Thank you, Gershon. I do miss the time when people write in cursive letters (even though I wasn't born then, haha). It's such a beautiful font. In the end, aren't we all just stories waiting to be read? I'd like to think that everyone on PS is leaving behind stories about themselves, and that this is a platform for us to leave something behind even when time hustles on... That's why I write.

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