| Chapter 1: | East Wind Blows |
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East Wind Blows
Love, she had determined, was the necessary
catalyst to reach the creative edges of the self.
Rosemary Sullivan on Elizabeth Smart, 1992, p. 2
Three letters—to provide a flavour and the option of continuing.
May 31
Red, you were in my dreams last night. You were in a hot tub and I was in a bath nearby. I was relaxing in the bubbles, not watching you, but knowing where you were. When I called, you didn't answer and I worried. I got out of the tub not caring about exposing myself which is unusual because there was an unfamiliar woman in the hot tub with you. She didn't notice what was happening. I got into the water with you and when I called you again, you still did not respond. I pulled you up to me from your reclining