Aug 12, 2008 03:28
Bella,
I can only suppose that the last two letters haven't yet found you. I hope that everything is okay with you. I hope that these letters have simply gotten lost along their way.
I cannot make this letter long as it I do not have the paper nor the ink to let you know everything that has gone on. My hands are blistered and cut. I haven't had the chance to bathe in a solid week and I am tired. My body feeling utter exhaustion at every moment. With every movement my body objecting to each new act.
I will write again when I can get ahold of the ink and paper with which to do so.
Bella, I miss you terribly.