Strange, that my first passionate love-letter should have been addressed to a dead girl.
Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead? ...! Can she feel, or know, or listen?
Oh, Harry, how I loved her once! It seems years ago to me now. She was everything to me. Then came that dreadful night - was it really only last night?
— Mar 30, 2025 05:23AM
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