The Unposted letter

Never, never my girl riding far and near

In the land of the hearthstone tales and spelled asleep,

Fear or believe that the wolf in the sheep white hood

Hoping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap, my dear, my dear,

Out of a lair in the flocked leaves

In the dew dipped year

To eat your heart in house in the rosy wood.

Dylan Thomas.

Now this really and truly is the last of the memories I am sending you. I leave you to do what you like with them.

I will keep you in mind and heart, those days in blue satin gloves, trailing behind you in Palma de Mallorca.


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