Dear Hope,
I’ve become busy and haven’t written to you for a while. It doesn’t mean I don’t think of you. Often.
Just the other day, there was a butterfly on our balcony, sitting right there looking inside the glas window to where I sat. I knew it was you saying hello. Or at least that’s what I like to believe.
These days it’s been really hot summer days, so hot that I just said to Mummy: “I want to take my skin off.” She laughed…
Is it hot or cold up where you are?
From Passion with Love
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Letters to Hope 