Dear Family and Friends:
For eighteen hours after they were placed into my hand, your letters remained unread. Outside my own mind, they are all that I have of you here. I have been savoring mystery and anticipating knowing some bit of your life and happenings in the larger world.
At the junction of the Mount Franklin Trail and the Duncan Bay Portage I pulled them out to read one. Once I opened the first letter, I devoured them all. As if they were opium-laced chocolate, I could not stop myself. Two of you wrote as you packed for Vermont Witch Camp, which is now over. Another two of you were were preparing for trips to California and a fifth packing for a trip to Acadia National Park. You wrote of wolves, of birds, and of friends over for dinner. If Bush has been impeached or begun another war, no one bothered to mention it.
Thank you for the generosity of your time, your thoughts, and the gifts. Thank you sharing a slice of your life and of the outer world.
With much love,
Juniper Lauren
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