Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Emily's Letters

Dear Mary,

When the best is gone, I know that other things are not of consequence. The heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care...

Not to see what we love is very terrible, and talking doesn't ease it, and nothing does but just itself. The eyes and hair we chose are all there - to us. Isn't this so, Mary?

Emily

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