Cabinets of Fourth Charleston
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Last published Fri, Mar 6, 2015
"I sincerely apologize for the abrupt manner in which this letter is reaching you dear Charlotte. My luck has been dwindling since I took the train south for Madagascar. My pockets remain solitary in their empty state but my mind wanders profusely. I am determined in the strangest way to collect the item of which my desire is fixed upon. Do remember me as the holidays will soon pass and my presence shall be in spirit. I have enclosed what small amount of currency I have collected as my journey continues. Please use it to your likeness. I have found a most delectable recipe for lemon tarts that I have scantily written on the reverse of this envelope. Do excuse my poor script as this letter is being composed on a forgotten mahogany bench somewhere in an illegible city. I send my love to Haim as well."
Adieu,
W.H.
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