Dear J, don’t you know, that you are for me more, than that I write often in my letters, the most beautiful woman in the world? I cannot tell you, write the words how much more, that what ever I would write, say, would leave out what is most important. If I could carve, chisel a feeling, write a poem on water, I would be stopped, would need an ocean. The power of what I feel, that I attempt to express humbles me. If I close my eyes, I see you, hear your words. Good night dear J. With love, Karoly.

Ps.: I will wait for you at the usual place, time, as soon as the health regulations permit it. Please stay out of harms way, please. K.

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