03 December
Dear Gabriel,
The snow has come and it is bitter bitter cold. I haven't left the station in two days. Pete has ventured out the back door a few times, but he's usually back and begging to be let in after ten minutes of romping. The view from the door was pretty this morning. The wind was quiet for a few moments and the sun was just coming up-- the cold blue light of winter just casting the first few rays of light into the darkness. I felt as if I wasn't entirely alone up here, as though I would turn back and find the kitchen full and you at the piano, singin one of your sweet little ballads to me.
The day awaits!
I love you forever.
Nadari
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