.......still laying in bed, wondering
who would be calling at this ungodly hour well before 2 in the
afternoon.......I let it ring
.....then up and pajama'd wandering
around the house thinking I could find something good....found my way
into my study/library and...I started writing. When I went to save
the file, I wanted to add it to my other ramblings of a novel, but
couldn't remember the name, got out of my chair stood up and opened
the old oak file cabinet to see if I had those files. I didn't but I
had her letters...the many she wrote from Sussex, England and sent to
me in Koforidua, Ghana ..............I stood transfixed, took
out a random envelope dated 27th April, 1971, and starting
reading..........
As my eyes took in the words I felt as
if I was being resuscitated.......each word compressing my chest to
move my blood, each sentence pushing air into my lungs..........and
her words of longing to be with me brought me back to life, a heavy
melancholic yet inspired sweet form of wanting to be alive
again...........
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