Peter Feigl

I heard what happened to you, my parents.
I thought I would go mad.
I immediately wrote to the Sternefelds.
I thought about you a great deal while waiting to hear form you.
I went to communion.
I prayed for you, my loved ones.
I run to ask the mailman if I got anything.
I got a post card from you.
I am happy and hope that you will be released in the view of Dad's poor health.
  It's a new month.
I wait to hear from you.
I am in bed; Nothing from you.
I am deeply concerned.
I fear for you, my dearest parents.
I am worried.
I fear that you have left.
  Still nothing...
  I wait...
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Peter Feigl

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