That traffic is accident, it is a fuse only, accompanying years to precipitate together when all uncared-for a bits, be in ignore in the misfortune that if comes to, of your affection balance tilt, honest give no cause for more criticism. Remember a word in Xi Murong’s poem again: When you are young, if you fall in love with a person, ask you, must be opposite softly her. Opened an eye eventually when you, I study this poem to you to listen.
What what I hope is, when be not late. Still be written down, before your sickbed, last word that I say with you is: To me, the deepest tenderness, it is kindly help secure the success of something.
Rufina Poinsett
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