letters 20

My dear Fenn,

I dreamed of you last night. You were laughing, and I was not alone. Then I woke to the grey morning, and the silence was unbearable.

Your sad Little Wren

Fenn?

It has been nearly a fortnight, and I have yet to hear from you. My previous letter remains unanswered.

Papa is unwell, but Cissy and I are as healthy as ever.

Is all well with you? Have you forgotten me?

Anxiously awaiting your reply,

Emmy

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