Letters

SAN DIEGO
FEB 27
1968

Michael,

Time moves slowly and I'm afraid my patience grows thin -more with myself than anyone else. I question my reason for existence. Sometimes I feel I need a vacation from myself. To jump out of oneself and fly like the wind. To feel the sun - warm on you. to be free to love to embrace the world with no threats. i guess I am my biggest threat to myself. Enough.

Linda took her first two steps yesterday. But that's as far as it went. She still holds on while walking. I don't know if she will be walking when you get home. I am so glad your ship is on its way. Progress finally. This feel like the longest trip yet. The nearer our meeting comes the less I sleep. You'll recognize me by the circles under my eyes. I can't seem to shake this depression.

Take care. You are all that's worth anything. Others are false - you are gentle and kind. I'm so tired of fencing. Its a cold world without you, and I find little reason for continuing on this very narrow road.

Lydia