24 December

Dear Maxx

I have been absorbed in vain pursuits.  New covers for the plants. Flimsy and more decorative than truly protective, but it has kept me amused. I was overtaken by an urge to make something beautiful, however ephemeral. So much so that I have spent too long in the garden, and twice had to hide when other people came up. I was not discovered.

The sorrow of the last weeks feels far away and faintly ridiculous, but it troubles me to feel this way. It does not seem right. And Maxx, I know how you will respond, there is no need to say it.

your Ghost Knight


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