Dear You

On the shore, in a dither...

Dear you,
 
If I could be sure the craft wouldn’t leak, I’d hop in on the double and set my oars in motion. But I ain’t sure, and so I linger. On the shore, in a dither. In the distance, Conway Castle.
 
An undecided state is, in short, no pleasurable state.
 
Yours in confusion of bother and profusion of knots,
X

I had not the majestic coat of a polar...

February 11
 
Dear you,
 
Really most agreeable here in the zoological gardens of London. I had not the majestic coat of a polar but the children really didn’t seem to notice and they threw me edible sweets all the same. Of course, one must arrive early, if a good seat near to the front is to be had. Elbows that are pointy an advantage at last.
 
Performing for food,
X
 
To be posted from some unknown destination by head keeper.

I keep a steady focus...

August 12th, 1949
 
Dear you,
 
Missing you terribly. Missing you more, perhaps, than you’ll ever know. By day I keep myself busy—I admire the sights that are both grand and quiet, and I keep a steady focus, not dwelling on what might have been (no matter how delicious). The nights are harder to tame, and my slumber light.
 
Yours in crumpled sheets tied up with longing,
X