Fanny: When I don’t hear from him, it’s as if I’ve died. As if the air is sucked out from my lungs and I left desolate. But when I receive a letter, I know our world is real. It’s the one I care for.
Fanny: When I don’t hear from him, it’s as if I’ve died. As if the air is sucked out from my lungs and I left desolate. But when I receive a letter, I know our world is real. It’s the one I care for.
