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Brittania St.,
Manly,
26th Nov. 1943.

My Own My Precious Husband,
Please excuse me writing
in pencil, but I am sitting on the edge of my
bed with my pad on my lap & couldn't use
my ink.

May is busy hairdressing & my aunt &
Uncle from Toowoomba are keeping mum company
while Dad is pottering around his storeroom. I
wasn't feeling too good so have retired to the peace
& quietness of my bedroom. I am sleeping in
the middle room now.

I lie in bed & think of you every night,
and think to myself how heavenly it would be
to have you sleeping with your arms around me,
I wouldn't care how close you got me to the wall.
Remember, at Maroochydore, we slept right
over near the wall, 2/3 of the bed vacant. You
told me you rolled over because you wanted to
be near me, I wish I could hear your whispering
that to me right now.

Alan you are everything to me, I
love you so much. You are never out of my
mind one minute of the day, no matter how

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