This is a story about waiting and coming home. Seven letters hold all the tenderness of a boy gazing out the window from his hospital bed; a little shop holds all the loneliness of a girl who uses words to bring warmth to others. When time exposes the lies, and love overturns death, the conversations delayed by seven years must be written again, word by word, during the plum rains of the eighth year.
Letters travel slowly. A lifetime is just enough to love one person.
May every letter never sent reach the right person one day.
