postscript
18 August 1998




Dear Francesca,

I just stepped outside for a few minutes. Black night all around me, with a few lights piercing the darkness. A buzzing roar filled the air, invisible life. The smell of cut grass lingered in the air. For that moment I felt whole, felt safe.

Yours,
Hannah Iona

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