Letters from faraway
Brother, Father's beloved and mine,
I give thanks to our Father whose dove had managed to find you and deliver you my letters, with an olive branch in its beak.
I pray that my words will comfort and encourage you, wherever you are. If they do, it would have been because Father had enabled me to do so. Otherwise, it would be my own sillyness that had found its way to you.
Either way, dearest brother, you have mail.
With love,
Josephine.