March 17, 2024 – 11:52 PM
unsent letters in a notebook
Dear Nigel,
28 February, 1894
There's a horrible blizzard here. We're all shut up inside, my father is worried about the trees in this cold snap, and I'm still wondering about your travels. Is there bad weather there, too? It has to be different weather — you're so far away from here, and everything in Avalon Glen.
Wish you were here,
Enid
Enid