Moira Dear Moira Moira Hello,

It has been some time.

You know I’m no good with I have no talent with You’ll forgive me for I’ve begun a dozen letters to you, burned each before I could risk sending.

I’m overdue in writing. I won’t deny, and I won’t make excuses. With luck, you’ll entertain this letter in spite of my long silence.

I expect by now you’ve heard about my family. It’s true they’re dead; a sudden and unresolved affair. I needn’t dwell on their so-called loss. You saw well enough what they were.

You may also know that I’ve married. She’s It hasn’t been so wretchedly I am less

Do you remember I believe I recall You told me that I’d do well not to think about my life as ended. That even in Manhattan, I might find others worthy of my regard who would do more good than harm.

You weren’t so far off. These days I feel Around her I find myself The girl’s name is Katrina. She has been good to necessary for me welcome.

You would, I think, like her.

If you might care to find time to happen to send word of how you’ve fared, I would receive it gladly. I won’t say that I don’t think about you. You were a good friend when a good friend when all else proved arduous. Please, give my regards to your spouse. And be as well as you’re able.

Fond Not Un-fond With Regards,

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