Murray liked describing landscapes and weather.
My Nunny,
This is a beautiful morning. Walking up from the hut to
Operations, I waded through fresh, unurined snow, so clean it was a Bunyan blue
even under the pale, pearl, predawn sky. And a few minutes ago when I went out
I watched the washed gold sun rise over the bluewhite mountains. Its light was
emerald on the sea, pink on the clouds above the mountains, and, on the
light-falling snow in the area, a misty white. Very nice. You're nice too.
...
I am now filled with great envy. Smitty just left to catch
the plane out and down. but we have only 58 more days now, my delectable...five
eight. I can hardly wait.
You are immer loved,
M
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