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This year, one of our assignments in English class was to write a "letter" to an abstract concept. It could be anything from hope, to love, to fear, to war, to conflict. I decided to choose religion as my concept, because it is a complicated topic for me, but it is also something I have a great interest in. In this project, I explore my positive and negative feelings and experiences with religion in a letter form. 

  This project would not exist without my amazing Language Arts teachers, who have supported me unconditionally throughout my journey as a writer. I am forever grateful for their compassion, guidance, and understanding. I would not be where I am today without them.

  This is an unedited repost of my original assignment. Cover photography does not belong to me. It will be switched to original photography in the future.
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