Dear -- The things I've written here sometimes sound rather odd and queer as I read [them] in later moments, long after the occasion of their birth has passed; for oft they came from a heart all full to bursting, seeking to express itself to you. I pray that tho the words may lose their fire behind them, you will read and know the warmth of Spirit and the Love which called them forth. And, forgetting all the days of "in-between," live once again the hours I've lived with you. Those hours, "each one a precious pearl to me
My Rosary" of Love.
* Punctuation and sentencing are true to the author's first writing. I have added a few words in brackets [ ] for clarity when necessary.
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