Out of mind out of sight? Is that something that's true, Yves hopes it's not. When his best friend moves away from victorian London to Paris and he can't follow he feels the weight of loneliness creeping up on him. But the letter from his dear Cyril...
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This is the very first letter I have ever written for Yves, with it's mistakes and notes. Just the raw product. My typewriter (a triumph continental for this one model from 1935) was running out of ink so that's why its a bit vague but I'm happy to share this little thing about my writing.
