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A,
I rarely get a moment to myself, it’s busy work that I do here, but when I do, I think of you. I hope you think of me sometimes, in between your own frantic hours of work. I hope this letter will bring you some pleasure. You would not enjoy it here, but sometimes I imagine you walking these halls. That would not be so bad for you, but everyone here is rather more like me than you. More than that, sometimes I even dare to imagine you beside me as I sleep out in tents on the march. I have never imagined you in the Deep Roads yet, though. All of this is to say, I miss you, and I wish we were able to spend more time together.
With love,
R
R,
I miss you too, and all manner of things make me think of you. I long for your presence, and your touch. At night, I imagine what we would do, if we were together and had some time free of worries or responsibilities. I dare not say too much in this letter, in case it should be traced to either of us, but there is a great deal I would do to you, if I could. It is not only like that that I think of you. There are times when someone asks me something, and I wish I had your opinion on the matter. I do not think you have frequently had your mind praised, so let me be the one to say it. Nearly every time we speak, you say something insightful that I had never considered, and that is one of the reasons I wish you were by my side. You do good work. I miss you, and always will. Stay bold but be safe.
Love,
A