you all are in my yesterday. and i am your in tomorrow. a strange and boggling concept. soon, ever so near it comes!, i shall join in the happenings of the day before. i know not what to do with myself, ha! i dont know if i want to stay or go, part of me wishes for both. what can one do? i leave in the early morn of sunday. but one more full day in this place that has become a home. though i often feel awkward when forced to speak. i shall return, be my feelings what they may. for duty and love and cetera. i plan to stay up from this coming morning to my departure. in hopes of getting some rest on my trip. we will stop in chicago for six hours or more. i know not what we shall do there. the list runs on. lists i should say. things i shall miss, things i do miss, things i will be doing soon, things that i have done, plans for coming months, thoughts of passing hours. i am happy that this brings out my poetic muse once again, for i have been missing it. perchance i may write more before i leave this not-so-foreign-any-longer land for one much more often trod. till then my doves i do miss you all. particularly my Love.
ps i do consent that this linguistics may be from my reading far to much Victorian literature
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