Dearest Paper, October 9, 1848
I know it has been awhile since I've visited the land of words. Jonathon keeps me busy. Just yesterday we made love down at the river; on a blanket of sand. He is a soft kind of sex that ladies say they want; & even I want at times.
Boy do I still miss Thomas. I think it was him I saw last night. He walked by the window of Mrs. Hawthorns home; where we had the meeting. I wanted to rush out & take him in my arms. Wanted the rain & the roof-tops.
There is a part of me that wishes I could be proper; the way mother would love for me to be. The problem is that hardly a proper thought goes through my mind. It is too full of ache & raw woman.
Love, Francine
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