"Some Lucky Star, But Why Do I Find..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Zara is back and all right. Soujin is glad.

When I have gone away on Saturday, you can write to me, should you care to, at

Soujin
Balsam Cottage
Prospect Point Cottages
Route 28
Post Office Box 113
Blue Mountain Lake, NY 12812

which is an awful lot of trouble to take for writing to me, but I wish someone would. I shall be very soft and safe and whole there, but I shall be lonely, too. I always am. I shall write to everybody.

Will write about work at length in a different post, because augh.

Daniel and Valerie took Waen and I to play tennis out on the hot black asphalt at the school courts. I haven't been to that school since I left it, good riddance. :D The tennis courts are nice, though, although I burnt the soles of my feet awfully.

I I I have so much to do that I do not seem to have managed to do. But to-morrow I shall go to the library and bring home books for going away with, and here's where I am going and woe.

I love Nanni awfully.

Look at this!



MindMap

Soujin is not coherent to-night.