The mist clings yet to the ground. The day awakens with me.
Let me step outside to meet my fellows, Lord. I have hidden in these rooms long enough.
Let others’ voices carry to me your messages.
(Letter #1,817)
The mist clings yet to the ground. The day awakens with me.
Let me step outside to meet my fellows, Lord. I have hidden in these rooms long enough.
Let others’ voices carry to me your messages.
(Letter #1,817)
