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sick.  The only aches I have are to do with the aching longing I have for you...
     
    Where are you now?  How I long to look on your divine face again.  I think you know already that I often indulge myself in the luxury of thinking about meeting up with you and how it will unfold.  This is where competition between Chariette and Wanda becomes quite intense.  Chariette is just swept away with the sublime tenderness of the thought of the first contact with you being the touch of your hands and being able to gently stroke your cheek.  Wanda is blown away with just about every carnal thought of you you could imagine and being overcome with choice as to where to begin.  Both are in a high state of receptivity...  I think it will be Chariette who starts, Wanda will then take over, and Chariette will finish..  (Have you noticed that there now appears to be 3 voices?!!  Who's the third one then?? This is starting to shape up like a complete orgy!)
     
    Thinking of you very tenderly and very carnally and hoping you get well again soon.
     
    Chariette and Wanda
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Dear Chariot
     
    I'm feeling so happy today I could burst with it...all tied up with the excitement of the prospect of you, your lovely phone calls this week and the sun has been out all day.  Every hyperbole that was ever coined I feel for you just now (and more!).  I'm trying not to let myself get too excited but it's a barren struggle I'm afraid.  You are just coursing through my veins with every heart beat.
     
    I bought the most fantastic book at a second hand bookshop in Brunswick Street last week (the book shop is fabulous too - organised by an obviously passionate bibliophile).  The book is called 'Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs & Lyrics' (you are my golden treasury too...) and it's an anthology of poems from the Elizabethan period through to the Romantics (the 19th C) and all organised into thematic sections by Palgrave who was a Professor of Poetry at Oxford in the mid 1900's with exquisite taste for beautiful works.  It's an absolute treasure trove of delight to me (just as you are...) so steel yourself: you're likely to be inundated over coming correspondence. 
     
    I was dipping into some poems by Keats and Shelley and Wordsworth on the way home last night.  Many of their poems reproduced here reflected the Victorians' preoccupation with death (they were probably justifiably preoccupied because it was such a common occurrence given the living and working conditions of that time).  I read one that I shouldn't have called 'On an Infant Dying as soon as Born' and had to quietly wipe away tears.  It took me back to my own darling baby stillborn daughter and the terrible grief and utter desolation of coming home with full breasts and empty arms...  God what a roller coaster of emotion I'm feeling just now...Need to move on to something else.
     
    I have really come to appreciate the healing powers of the sun since I moved here.  When it appears in Victoria, you can see spirits lifting everywhere - this is the first time it's been out again since I mentioned it to you some time ago!  I just want to sit and feel the warmth of it on my back.  I'll love to feel the warmth of your hands (and other things!) on my back.... I'm so looking forward to being with you!  I'm as excited as a 6 year old waiting for Christmas.  I feel like I'm about to plunge off a cliff hang gliding for the first time:  a heady mixture of extreme trepidation and extreme exhilaration.  I am sure you will make me soar to the heavens though.  I want you to "kiss her until she be wearied out" (her being me of course - well all three of us!) - and I want to do the same to you.
     
       "See the mountains kiss high heaven,
     
        And the waves clasp one another;
     
        And the sunlight clasps the earth,
     
        And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
     
        What are all these kissings worth,
     
        If thou kiss not me?"
     
    Just