Dearest Gilly: Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside of me - an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there's a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole, of not going to sleep each night wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. (She sealed the envelope with melted wax) I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. (She walked the letter out to the postbox for pickup) I don't want to believe it, but there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon (She looked up at the moon).