Harold…
I miss you as you are gone. How is America? I wish you were here. It has been near to unbearable. Paris is useless without you… even the canal lights have no meaning now. I cannot even imagine another summer without you. Rosie trys to cheer me, up but it is no good.
Mother is well again. I am glad of it. I was fearing for my sanity… I wish you could come and visit us. Or even better move back, right now. I am counting the days till September. Well… how are you? How is that 4th of July, are there fireworks? I hate those things. Mother tells me to tell you that we all miss you. I am having to go now. Rosie is calling for a supper. Have a safe journey,
I love you,
Gweneth
P.S. When you return we shall go dancing, a new bar opened up by the Cafe'.
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Note: This is the first letter we ever received. We will not be adding real last names.
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