Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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THE LIGHT?
You know how last time I wrote you a letter, I was talking about how I felt I was coming out of a long shambly walk down a long dark tunnel. Now I am standing out in the light at the end of my tunnel blinking in the flash of an incredible sea change of…
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The Tunnel
I have been trying to write to you for weeks but every time I reread the words I wrote they seem unhelpful, foreign even. Written by a sad person. But here you are – a bunch of unrelated beginnings: I don’t know which days I wrote them: Do you feel like you have been living…
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I KNOW
What the hell, right. No hugs. No kisses. No closeness. No faces. It is so loud at the mill- with two mills running 24 hours a day now and with masks on all the time – we have given up on casual conversation – just shark attack quick 6 second communications. If I am home…
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I need to tell you
That our poor old Tane died earlier this week. I am so sad for us and so glad/sad for his release. He was a good old fellow- I know that in the larger scheme of things and especially at the time of global stress and anxiety and illness, and death, losing a pet pig is…
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WE HAVE FLOUR
Saturday morning – I simply do not understand why there is a run on flour – it started way before the Shelter at Home order. Are all these people baking? They must be I suppose. But how does a big company like Bob’s Mill who say they mill local wheat – how do they run…
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