Dear Harry,
I’m amazed. Here in Southern California as I sit wondering what I might have to say to you this morning, I find myself looking out through our windows into a slow, inexorable drizzle, a spectacle unheard of in August in this part of the world. Glistening on the big green leaves of ivy that hang over our fence, these raindrops have me thinking of the England of my youth…
A pleasant interlude!
With love,
Peter
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