I like this particular letter very very much. Very warm and I could feel the love and the closeness that they share with one another. Genuine kind =)
Dearest Merry,
My clever, clever chicken! YOur story arrived safely and soundly and I wept when I read it. What a beautiful, beautiful piece! Joyous and terribly sad, and oh! so beautifully observed. What a clever young Miss you are! There is such honesty in your writing. Merry, a truthfulness to which many aspire, but which few attain. You must keep on; there is no reason why you shouldn't do exactly what you wish with your life. There is nothing holding you back, my little friend.
I would love to have been able to tell you this in person, to hand your manuscript back to you beneath the tree in the park, the one with the little diamonds of sunlight caught within its leaves, but I'm sorry to say that I won't be back in LOndon as I thought. Not for a time, at any rate. Things here have not worked out as I'd imagined. I can't say too much, only that something has happened and it's best for me to stay at home for now. I miss you Merry, you were my first and only friend, did I ever tell you that? I think often of our time here together, especially that afternoon on the roof, do you remember? YOu'd only been with us a few days and hadn't yet told me you were frightened of heights. You asked me what I was frightened of and I told you. I'd never spoken of it to anyone else.
Goodbye little chicken,
Much love always,
Juniper x
Dearest Merry,
My clever, clever chicken! YOur story arrived safely and soundly and I wept when I read it. What a beautiful, beautiful piece! Joyous and terribly sad, and oh! so beautifully observed. What a clever young Miss you are! There is such honesty in your writing. Merry, a truthfulness to which many aspire, but which few attain. You must keep on; there is no reason why you shouldn't do exactly what you wish with your life. There is nothing holding you back, my little friend.
I would love to have been able to tell you this in person, to hand your manuscript back to you beneath the tree in the park, the one with the little diamonds of sunlight caught within its leaves, but I'm sorry to say that I won't be back in LOndon as I thought. Not for a time, at any rate. Things here have not worked out as I'd imagined. I can't say too much, only that something has happened and it's best for me to stay at home for now. I miss you Merry, you were my first and only friend, did I ever tell you that? I think often of our time here together, especially that afternoon on the roof, do you remember? YOu'd only been with us a few days and hadn't yet told me you were frightened of heights. You asked me what I was frightened of and I told you. I'd never spoken of it to anyone else.
Goodbye little chicken,
Much love always,
Juniper x
