CHAPTER 8
quot;I ; t bitter days of er imprisoned torm and freezing temperatures made travel outside of camp impossible. Most of us spent nigion of cold and ood above me, smiling, a surprise ient aside like a curtain.
quot;ake up, sleepy I found.quot;
Keeping tig tood. S out a single envelope, its ook it from a greeting card ure of a big red on its front. Absentmindedly, I let to t to pick it up.
quot;Look, Aniday,quot; siff fingers o carefully tear t;If you o open it up, you could a stamp and address on t, and on t.quot; Sook t;See, you can dra and back of too, go around ting ; Speck bounced on oes in t of joy as to one, as if unable to bear interaction of us.
quot;Youre eful. I trudged to bring t back ;
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quot;arm me up.quot; So my side, and I opened to snuggle in, and s y under ts and fell into a deep sleep. I a morning . Speck co I read t if thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
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ture, no addressee, and snow.
quot; do you t means?quot;
quot;I dont kno; I told ;; the name seemed vaguely familiar.
quot;roubles end, if t ;
treetops, ing began: sno, ted to be alone .
quot; are you going to e?quot;
quot;I to make a calendar, but I do not knooday?quot;
quot;One day is like anot;
quot;Arent you curious about is today?quot;
Speck o , bidding me to do to t point near t ran along tern edge, a difficult passage over a ste