Dear Brooks
Friday, 3 October 2008
I’m worrying. I don’t know whether the first letter I sent to someone new has reached its intended destination. I’ve had no word at all. Could it have got lost on its way, do you think, caught on a breeze and on a new journey now? I’m worrying. The little packet I wrapped up carried something precious: an imprint of life, a tangible relic. I’m worrying…
With love B x
