Letter II

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I hope you have been well these past weeks.

My life has been relatively alright, as I explained before, normalcy is the best possible thing for me.  I do not believe I am ready to experience anything quite out of the ordinary yet.  That being said, in the past days I have not been feeling at my best lately.  I have discovered these large white bumps on the backs of my hands that ooze yellowish-white viscous liquid when they get too large.  I am not too sure what they are, or why I have them.  I assume it is because I have switched the materials I have been utilizing at work.

We are beginning to rebuild one of our central buildings, it is meant to be bigger, better, and sturdier than ever before.  We have been going out to cut the sand stone and bring it back to the town.  I am especially thrilled about this project because my overseers tell me that when we commence construction I am meant to construct the entrance.  The entrance is the most ornate part of the structure and they think I am a talented artist and worker and that they could not think of a better man to do it!

I think this project is going to be good for me because it will give me something to look forward to each day.  I have been missing passion in my life, and I think I might find it in this task.  The ability to create beauty in the world makes me happy, something that I never thought that I would be able to feel so soon.  My archway will be just exciting enough to give me enough interest in life without being to drastic of a change to disturb my patterns of regaining a normal life, something I so desperately want.

Please write back soon, and I hope you are doing well!

Cordially,

Letter I

My dearest friend Abel,

It has been too long since we have written.  I suppose our estrangement is my fault.  Ever since my family died in the fire, I have not been quite the same.  I am supposed to be a strong man, yet I feel like a little orphaned boy lost in this world.

I am trying to rebuild my life, I have started with filling my life with mundane routine tasks.  Every morning I rise before the sun, I tend to my goats and then I make breakfast.  I have taken on a job in construction.  There has been an increased demand for construction workers ever since we decided that it was time to rebuild the city.

I have attempted to make new friends, but it seems I am not the man I was before.  I have found that it is difficult to talk to people, chatting seems so pointless when you think of how fragile life can be.

Anyway, I am getting better, I hope one day I will be able to return to a state of normalcy, but that is a long-term wish, for now, a routine life is the best for me.

I hope to hear from you soon, it would be my greatest pleasure to become as close as we once were as you are my last living connection to my past.

Cordially,
Elias