I sat on the porch, ny hands trembling and cold. The Fear has never disappeared, but with each year it retreatedslightly, a tide of memory sliding back out to Sea.the terror returned mainly at night, but Joana was alwaysthere to chase it away. And then, after more than twenty years, a letter arrived. I thought it was behind me, that what remained was only suffering's ghost. I had run and tried to hide, but it was no use. Fate is a hunter.
So fate had found its way to me across the ocean, tucked in an envelope. I thought long and hard about whether i should write back. Finally, I did. And now another envelope had arrived. It had the samereturn address. A reply. Answers.
I took a breath and tore it open.
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"She arrived in February. Niels had left to check the evening nets. He was gone quite long, so I followed to see if he needed assistance. It is difficult to describe the feeling, seeing the raft tapping against the shore of our lang. It seemed she was softly knocking, asking would we please allow her in".
"Uoi wrote that Emilia was your savior and that she is ever on your mind. Please do know, Florian, she is ever in my heart as well. War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost. Near our cottage, where the small creek winds under the old wooden bridge, is the most beautiful bed of roses. And there Emilia rests. She is Safe. She is loved."
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