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My dearest Salome, With the night of you departure weighing heavy in the air, I write these words. And though they are written with the event looming in the near future, they are not meant for your eyes until such things come to pass. When one waits for the proper moment it never arrives.  With this pen and these words, even if you are the only one present to experience it. In the time before you came, the words you spoke, you wrote, hid feelings of emotion and a slight fear such feelings produced.  However, when together in the flesh, you became strictly platonic.  Save for those rare flashes in the blueness of your eyes. My intentions w