Juli 29, 1788    Cher D.    I find myself lost. Here on my bed, draped in nude desire. Replaying your words in my head. Your proposal... as bold as it is taboo. Tempting me with things I dare not mention, except...

I am merely a weaver of wordsone who dodges all the herdson my way to something newfind my own path which is true Hiding safe within this rhymeI pass the years spending timeas if I had plenty to spareas of...

It is in this solitary place I writehow I fill each and every nightall alone with my quill in handin this quest to one day understand While I again smooth the pageagain get in touch with another agein touch with...