Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. February 10, 1999 We have beekeeping yet again today. It is warm, which means that the bees will be in a good mood. They sing a happy song as they fly hither and yon. I sang to Andy, most sweetly, ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my […]
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