Dear Diary,
Oh Diary! I have rarely ventured upon deck this voyage and have confined myself to my cabin. I was hoping to be ashore today but there is still no sight of land. I fear I am neglecting you terribly but I am reserving your final pages for events that matter. I cannot wait to be upon solid ground. I am all at sea....literally! I want to say that I am not feeling myself....but that is not strictly true when confined to a cabin for a fortnight...but I trust you know what I mean.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
1 comment:
Dear Wayne,
Surely you will reach land soon and all distress of confinement shall pass and you will be feeling yourself again in the other sense but till then as needs must.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
B.
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