You think me an enigma? This is high praise from you.

You know I treasure your letters - though they are a poor substitute for the sound of your voice - but, perhaps, it is best if I make this confession in ink and parchment. I am ashamed to admit something so ridiculous, but I hope you can forgive my foolish feelings. I confess I am envious of your adventures.

We traveled often in my childhood and it left me too restless for a woman's lot, I suppose. I can only imagine what it must feel like to stand aboard your own ship with only the horizon for your boundaries. The stories you must have! Perhaps we propose a trade - your stories for my good will?

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MJ made this miracle!