Dear Dr. Barnes,
I write to you in a state of ecstasy. I have just begun my journey, and I am thankful that your gift reached me before I departed. The paints and canvas you have sent me will provide me with means to materialize the inspiration I find along my journey, and I hope to one day share them with you, in the flesh. I have never used pigments of such quality, and I thank you with all my heart for your generous gesture. I have talked to an old man of my village and he has pointed me in the direction of a renowned doctor, just two days journey away. I am sure that these two days will be hard but I am sure that in the end it will be worth the journey to improve my health. I will paint my journeys so that I can describe them to you when I see you, and I look forward to learning your ways of art to bring home to my village, and spread your amazing visions with the world.
Until we meet,
Osiris
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Trying to Catch My Breath
Dear Dr. Barnes,
I write again to inform you that I am about to embark on my journey to come meet you. The journey will be long and treacherous, and there is fair chance that I will not reach you alive. However I have come to terms with the fact that this is what I must do in my life. I am at peace with the fact that I may die, but there is no point in continuing this mundane routine with no tangible end, and no expected change. I hope that I will find my way in life by taking this journey, and maybe find cleansing for my soul to rid of these terrible signs. My health continues to worsen, each breath being snatched from my lungs before I can finish it. I feel weak and I continue to feel the terrible signs that I have already described. I hope to meet a doctor along the way, as I have been told that our medicine is advanced, and this leaves me with hope of life. If you don't hear from me within the week I pray that you send word to my family regarding my death and that it was for a noble cause. They know not where I have gone, for I was too afraid that if I saw their faces of disappointment I would not have been able to leave.
Until next letter,
Osiris
I write again to inform you that I am about to embark on my journey to come meet you. The journey will be long and treacherous, and there is fair chance that I will not reach you alive. However I have come to terms with the fact that this is what I must do in my life. I am at peace with the fact that I may die, but there is no point in continuing this mundane routine with no tangible end, and no expected change. I hope that I will find my way in life by taking this journey, and maybe find cleansing for my soul to rid of these terrible signs. My health continues to worsen, each breath being snatched from my lungs before I can finish it. I feel weak and I continue to feel the terrible signs that I have already described. I hope to meet a doctor along the way, as I have been told that our medicine is advanced, and this leaves me with hope of life. If you don't hear from me within the week I pray that you send word to my family regarding my death and that it was for a noble cause. They know not where I have gone, for I was too afraid that if I saw their faces of disappointment I would not have been able to leave.
Until next letter,
Osiris
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