[ it's a fair assumption that the date would be postponed when people are taken from the city at random — vanessa is not among them, but she ends up being drawn into a rescue attempt for some who have been firsthand, and understandably, any previous meetings she has arranged do fall out of her consideration.
that does not mean she isn't pleased to receive the letter, and it does not mean that grace will not receive a reply within the following day, returned by a different courier. there's no indication that it was written by night, but she waits until right before she falls into torpor to send it out. ]
Grace — and Jingles, of course,
I have had some opportunity to pen letters while here in Duplicity — not often, as you can imagine, given the prevalence and reliance on the devices we were given, which enables these sorts of messages to be sent much more rapidly — but I have found that I enjoy the personable aspects of writing to another person, as well as receiving their replies. There is something particularly intimate about receiving a note in someone else's hand, and knowing that they themselves are responsible for writing it. Sometimes I feel as though I can picture them wherever they are, even if there are some details my imagination must fill in for me — like the face they might be making as they think about what to write down.
[ there is a pang as she reads, however brief, when she considers the fact that bearing witness to a sunrise or sunset will never be a possibility for her again. ]
It sounds like a very peaceful evening, and one I should strive for where possible, although the cat I share my home with is largely independent and only emerges when she deems it important enough to reveal herself, accepting affection in small doses before disappearing again — no doubt to catch herself another mouse.
One might say that the best way to be practiced is by continuing your efforts. In other words, if you wish to extend our correspondence, you would have no complaints whatsoever from me.
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that does not mean she isn't pleased to receive the letter, and it does not mean that grace will not receive a reply within the following day, returned by a different courier. there's no indication that it was written by night, but she waits until right before she falls into torpor to send it out. ]
Grace — and Jingles, of course,
I have had some opportunity to pen letters while here in Duplicity — not often, as you can imagine, given the prevalence and reliance on the devices we were given, which enables these sorts of messages to be sent much more rapidly — but I have found that I enjoy the personable aspects of writing to another person, as well as receiving their replies. There is something particularly intimate about receiving a note in someone else's hand, and knowing that they themselves are responsible for writing it. Sometimes I feel as though I can picture them wherever they are, even if there are some details my imagination must fill in for me — like the face they might be making as they think about what to write down.
[ there is a pang as she reads, however brief, when she considers the fact that bearing witness to a sunrise or sunset will never be a possibility for her again. ]
It sounds like a very peaceful evening, and one I should strive for where possible, although the cat I share my home with is largely independent and only emerges when she deems it important enough to reveal herself, accepting affection in small doses before disappearing again — no doubt to catch herself another mouse.
One might say that the best way to be practiced is by continuing your efforts. In other words, if you wish to extend our correspondence, you would have no complaints whatsoever from me.
Yours,
Vanessa