postcards to Kohana

[endymien]

Hello Kohana, or as they say here Bonjour.

I can't imagine what you must think of my right now, and I am honestly trying not to. I would explain but that would need more than a post card, or a letter. Once, a long time ago I told you if I ever traveled the world you would be right there with me. And you are, more than you could know. It is only right that you get to see images too. It is so strange being in a place where I don't understand a word. (space has run out, in a corner is scribbled, ''love you always, no matter what you may believe. Your Molly.")

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[endymien]

Hello again!
I am now in Normandie, I believe. It is lucky that there are a good handful of people here who are bilingual. I don't know if that is the right word. I did not mention it last time, but I have a travel companion. We are getting by well considering our language dissadvantage. Well, my companion would not be much help regardless of the language. But it is nice to have someone with me. I wish you were beside me, though I know you had your obligations to keep you.
Forever yours, Molly

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[endymien]

Kohana,

I am still in France, Paris now actually. But this was the first postcard I purchased. Right off when I stepped off the boat. At the time I was a unable to write it or send it to you, but here it is now hopefully closely followed by one from paris. I've learned you don't need much to travel Europe. Just two feet and a few dollars for food and lodging. But I'm off track. London was amazing, what I saw. I was inside most of the time. The buildings are so old there, and the way they speak is beautiful.

Yours,
Molly

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Salut from Paris!

Kohana, it is everything I imagined it would be.. only less. I wish you could be here with everything I have in me, but I am glad that I didn't decide not to try and see it. You should see the dresses here, and the way some off those high class ladies look at me! It is not offensive, it just amuses me. It may not mean much your dirrection, but fashion here the S-bend corset is going out! I would tell you more, but again space is running. There is too much to see and more than that to do!
Love, Molly

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Kohana, you will not believe where I am now. Verona Italy. If I thought Paris was beautiful I was wrong. Verona is a maze of orange and red, you should see how it glows when the sun sets! It's like a city on fire! There is no postcard to send you from here, but let me tell you what I know of this place. That there could be nothing like it. It is where Romeo met Juliet, and it is a lie to say any other city is the city of love! I should have been happy if this is where I was born. I do not understand the language, but it is music. My travel companion is on his feet, after spending much time not able to walk. It makes the way much easier. He also is a bit more verbal, though sometimes it is a language I can not understand. I should let you know, that I am writing these notes myself, and not through a post worker. I mentioned in London I spent much time in doors, I used it to better learn to read and write so I could write you myself. I think this trip refreshes the soul and mind. I do not feel as dumb as I used to. And I feel more small and big at the same time. The world is so large, but what one person can do. The romance in this city makes everyone feel significant, and standing under the balconies makes you know what love is and what it can do. I have done you wrong Kohana, in so many ways. My heart may be true to you, but what is it if I've hurt, lied and abandoned you. It makes me feel jealous to say it, but it is only fair. I hope someone is treating you better than I. There is so much that I need to tell you, but I'm afraid I would only injure you more.
Love to you,
Molly

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[endymien]

Dear Kohana,
I am sorry it has been so long. I have had my hands full and the train ride to Germany was terrible. I am sure the landscape would have been beautiful if I had a chance to look out the window. There is something I really should tell you about my travel companion. His name is Matoskah, he looks so much like you but his fur is almost white, like mine. I don't know if you understand what I am saying. I suppose I should just say maybe it is time for me to come home.
Yours,
Molly and Mat