Postcard two

 

 Peggy,

    This came up as I watched "Notting Hill" again.

    One of the things that sweetens the time you and I wrote to each other is Bill Wither's "Ain't No Sunshine". It was then and still is one of my favorite popular songs, one of the two or three. Every time I heard it, it was you, you were gone. Of course, I waited. Yes, I was the lonely little teenager with a massive crush. But what what sunshine when I received one of your letters. That sunshine was what came back to me this last time. Again, hit me very hard. Sunshine and your honesty.

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