My Beloved John,
I have recently taken to walks along the country path we once walked as children. I often sit underneath the large oak tree for hours and think of you.
Mother seems to have finally gotten over her flu. She scared us there for a while. I read to her the parts of your letters asking of her and she smiles.
I pray night and day that this infernal war would come to an end. Not only for peace's sake, but also so I might see you and once again be held in your warm embrace.
Yours Forever,
Jenny
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