(The blackbird keeps me up all hours, and doesn’t want my sleep to come, as days are with no end and night is now a memory.
I won’t go out, but wait in my cool room till all this madness of a lockdown goes away. Till presidents of the US have brains again. So see you hopefully in Fall.
I stay and bathe my soul in sunshine from my home. The blackbird sings of better days with plenty water. )
It is really Summer and the weather here is great. Wish you were here. More news will follow in my letter.