impossible to keep warm like this—in my sheerest form, membrane-like and white as a sheet, two holes for eyes and hands lifting up, up. I am faint of heart, dear one. nothing to eat but twigs out here. what I would give for solid foods and you, sweetheart, your heart so sweet, I am lusty for it. this girl delicate, flimsy—a cobweb, this girl always dressed by furry woodland creatures. girl looking for a village, a bowl of mush and beans, a marriage vow. what I would give for something hearty, to last the year and then some.