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halfamoon day 10: Diana Reid - the world needs more love letters
Even in her dreams, the letters come. She sits in the window of a house that they left long ago and Spencer is playing in the garden at seven but he's also eighteen and sitting in a chair behind her reading Pearl and, inexplicably, in the way of dreams, there is also a new letter in her hand.
A new letter every day. And oh, adventures. Such adventures. Most day, she spends her life in a fog, and then someone puts a letter into her hands. Less fog. As though somebody opened a window, a little light comes in.
Even in her dreams, the letters come. She sits in the window of a house that they left long ago and Spencer is playing in the garden at seven but he's also eighteen and sitting in a chair behind her reading Pearl and, inexplicably, in the way of dreams, there is also a new letter in her hand.
A new letter every day. And oh, adventures. Such adventures. Most day, she spends her life in a fog, and then someone puts a letter into her hands. Less fog. As though somebody opened a window, a little light comes in.