鴉片藍調

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line. The weather's cool. The folks are fine. I'm in bed each night at nine. P.S. I love you. Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all I can't complain. Was it dusty on the train? P.S. I love you. Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able. They came around to call. I burned a hole on the dining room table. And let me see, I guess that's all. Nothing left to tell you, dear. Except, each day seems like a year. Everybody's thinking of you. P.S. I love you.