lilac letters

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to My Bonnie,

the flower you sent was beautiful, as was the feather and magazine clipping. i've stored them in the little box i keep all the things you've sent me, asides from the flower, which i hung above my bed on a string with a clothespin.

i've found that my hands miss yours in you absence. i miss the walks we'd take, and the lunches you'd pack, and the sun and the blanket both over and under us. what i mean to say is i miss you.

i've been saving every spare penny in a little tin cracker box to go see you. time goes by so slowly when you're gone and so quickly when you're near -- i think it's awfully unfair. i miss you more and more each day and i want nothing more than to see you.

i've finally got Mr. Callaghan to read my articles. almost three years as an office runner and he finally begrudgingly agrees to read my work "if only to keep me quiet." i've yet to get a word back from him. hopefully he falls so deeply in love with my words that he decides to out me in the paper, but i doubt that'll happen. at most, he'll just call me into the office only to boot me out with my work and a "good riddance!"

oh, i am trying to be hopeful. you always tell me i'm far too negative, far too worrisome, and you're right, but it seems as though i can't get my mind off the track it's always ran on.

with this letter, i've included a copy of the article i submitted to Mr. Callaghan. you don't have to read it, but you always tell me that you want to read what i have to say, so i've folded it up and stuck it in the envelope for you. you will also find three lace doilies and a packet of lilac seeds. the doilies are from my mother, but you know i'd never use them, and the seeds are for us to plant the next time i see you.

love, Your Frances
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