Dear Esther (№ 329777)

Then come back to my car, with still trembling hands and head uncovered from the blow. Good-bye, crying aunt and sad uncle. Goodbye feel. Goodbye, tangible. Goodbye, Wolverhampton. Goodbye, Sandford. Farewell, Cromer. Farewell To Damascus. The mountain path was slippery from the dew - it's hard to climb with such an infection. I have to cut out the bad flesh and throw her from the antenna. I have to merge with the air itself.