Dear L.,

I know I'm neglecting you a bit at the moment. The days are flying by and I can't seem to wrap things up until the next ones arrive.
But I am thinking about you.
In fact, last night I had a dream that I was in a place that was a little run down. And C. was mumbling: these conditions can't last. I said: you know, you can leave. No one is holding you back. Even in her dreams, L. is tough. But maybe the message was directed at herself.
Anyway, I hope you are well. And M. and little O.

Un bacio