Your
e-mails
comfort me
at least
a
little.
At
Least
in
you
there
is
another
holy
person
just
as
my mother was!
I repeat: Sometimes
When
I
Read
Your
e-mails
I
Feel
Like
Hearing
My
Beloved
Mother
Speak
To
me.
Dear
Now
I
Go
To
Eat
And
Rest
A
Little
With
The
Help
of God.
Kisses
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