This morning I came to the Camp Street garage apartment, now vacant. Mr and Mrs Gray have both gone on, the large two story house empty. The apartment where Melanie and I started out as if we never left. I paused and took a look at the mailbox. It was in the mailbox under the steps that Melanies letter awaited me. I never received mail in the box and something told me that day to look. It was her letter inviting me down to Williston to teach her photography. I had just returned from the St Marks River where I had thrown a note in the bottle. Little did I know the reply would come so soon.
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