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It's a simple white card, folded over. On the front is a sketch in pastels of a dusty-pink rose.

Inside is written in a careful hand:

This is the city where men are mended.

Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not.

And this, and so much more --
It is impossible to say just what I mean.



I shall be good as new.


Thank you.
Zillah Monchard