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kat8chaIn the age of the internet, they say the art of writing letters is lost! Write a letter to three people and then tag three people so this art form doesn't die! It can be humourous, serious, maybe even a declaration of love!
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hamburgerjack wrote me an awesome letter, so I shall write her one in return.
To my kindred spirit,
I have no idea when my letter will reach you, the snow has deepened this past week and it has become difficult to move from the house to the barn to feed the animals. Our dog Dulcinea likes to romp in the snow, even though she is so small that it covers her up past her ears. Posting letters has become more and more difficult this month, and I may have to save them up and bundle them to send to you in the spring. It will be like reading a novel then, penned in my hand.
Your words about blistering skin have set my own tingling! I cannot imagine how painful it would be to suffer your Carolina summers, just as your toes freeze off at the thought of my chilly Ohio winters. In the summer I still wear my sleeves down to my wrists, and cover myself up with a wide brimmed hat. Even as a child I never stripped down to paddle in the river, my skin burns at even the slightest touch of sun.
I hope your hound bites those workmen where it hurts. Have you settled on a name yet? I hope you will by the time my letter reaches you. I always thought the name 'Jackal' would be fitting for a guard dog. It hearkens up thoughts of ancient civilizations.
One of the travelling men that came through had pictures of ancient wonders that are stored at the London museum. I hope to visit London some day, and perhaps send you watercolors of the things I saw. As of now I can only draw you pictures of chilly winters or of the way my sister's belly swells with child.
Will you be coming up for the conference this spring? I intend to tuck myself into my father's carriage and go whether he wills it or no. We have family in town, even if we are not close, and I am sure they will not mind lending the two of us a room. Although they might feel a little awkward once we begin protesting in the streets.
Bubbles into water? How does that ever work?
With all my heart,
Kat8Cha
In other knews. Calliope was a HOOT today. >> First off, she made me tell her like, all the stories I could come up with. IDK. We were outside playing around and I started off on this random story about... balls? Maybe? We were playing with two balls. Or maybe it was about faces freezing. And Calliope made me make up like 3 stories on the spot for her. XD My endings were all kind of lame, I never know how to end things, but she sat there and looked contemplative.
Me: I know, they're not that gre-
Calliope: D: I LOVE THEM TELL ANOTHER.
Me: O_o;;; Uh. Okay...
We did the drawing white erase board game, we went upstairs and played with her things a little, then were back downstairs to play... uh... god, I don't even remember what we did. XD We ended the night doing this massive floor puzzle.
hamburgerjack wrote me an awesome letter, so I shall write her one in return.To my kindred spirit,
I have no idea when my letter will reach you, the snow has deepened this past week and it has become difficult to move from the house to the barn to feed the animals. Our dog Dulcinea likes to romp in the snow, even though she is so small that it covers her up past her ears. Posting letters has become more and more difficult this month, and I may have to save them up and bundle them to send to you in the spring. It will be like reading a novel then, penned in my hand.
Your words about blistering skin have set my own tingling! I cannot imagine how painful it would be to suffer your Carolina summers, just as your toes freeze off at the thought of my chilly Ohio winters. In the summer I still wear my sleeves down to my wrists, and cover myself up with a wide brimmed hat. Even as a child I never stripped down to paddle in the river, my skin burns at even the slightest touch of sun.
I hope your hound bites those workmen where it hurts. Have you settled on a name yet? I hope you will by the time my letter reaches you. I always thought the name 'Jackal' would be fitting for a guard dog. It hearkens up thoughts of ancient civilizations.
One of the travelling men that came through had pictures of ancient wonders that are stored at the London museum. I hope to visit London some day, and perhaps send you watercolors of the things I saw. As of now I can only draw you pictures of chilly winters or of the way my sister's belly swells with child.
Will you be coming up for the conference this spring? I intend to tuck myself into my father's carriage and go whether he wills it or no. We have family in town, even if we are not close, and I am sure they will not mind lending the two of us a room. Although they might feel a little awkward once we begin protesting in the streets.
Bubbles into water? How does that ever work?
With all my heart,
Kat8Cha
In other knews. Calliope was a HOOT today. >> First off, she made me tell her like, all the stories I could come up with. IDK. We were outside playing around and I started off on this random story about... balls? Maybe? We were playing with two balls. Or maybe it was about faces freezing. And Calliope made me make up like 3 stories on the spot for her. XD My endings were all kind of lame, I never know how to end things, but she sat there and looked contemplative.
Me: I know, they're not that gre-
Calliope: D: I LOVE THEM TELL ANOTHER.
Me: O_o;;; Uh. Okay...
We did the drawing white erase board game, we went upstairs and played with her things a little, then were back downstairs to play... uh... god, I don't even remember what we did. XD We ended the night doing this massive floor puzzle.
