My dearest, it pains me you are reading this, but it just happens so, as I stare across this musty room, watching out the broken window, I am thinking of you. For this is not one of those relieving letters to home, but one dignified with the seal of my blood. I’m frightened at what you may feel, I miss two brown braids adorned in white ribbons bouncing in the breeze, the hum of bees, a yellow sundress effortlessly twirling with ease. I’m afraid I must suffer you this, I long for your embrace, but instead I am travelling to my exalted throne of grace...