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Sylvia, I do remember my promise to write to you, and I am praying to God for your good health. I am sorry my letters have been far in-between, and I confess a terrible event sends me urgently to my desk to write to you.
My fingers are going numb as I write in this bitter season. Even if nature’s blooms try in vain to push themselves out
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that said, Nat's a jerk for leaving her to it ~ hahahahaha ~
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