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A Woman Not Of Her Time
Courageous, fearless and ultimately, happy
15 May 1820
Sarah Hoecroft
12 Candle Crescent
Moreton, Surrogate, 23876
Dear Sarah,
Hello my love, how are you?
It breaks my heart to know that we are not yet joined in holy matrimony, and all because of the circumstances that were never foreseen. It’s 1820, and I fear my love, that if we do not marry soon, you’ll be boxed into the ‘Old Maid’ category by our friends and family.
That would devastate me!
You deserve better.
If only we lived closer, but sweetheart, I’m working hard to fix the distance that lays between us and I promise, soon, my love, soon, I’ll travel the 30 miles to kneel at your feet and ask that question we’ve both been anticipating for so long.
Baby girl, I worship the ground you walk on, you are my moon and stars, and I long to peer into the windows of your soul, and tell you how much I adore you.
I dream of the day I’ll run my fingers through your silken hair, gaze upon said hair spread across the crisp white pillowcase of our marital bed. Gaze into your eyes as I whisper sweet nothings into your delicate ears — words never whispered…
