Dear Wigleaf,

Greetings from the great white ballroom in the sky, where I continue to make excellent progress on all fronts including Viennese waltz, tango, both Argentino and Polish, and general head banging. The Russians came and went, leaving me only their blood-soaked handkerchief. The Prince is here with me now, and the two of us have plans, but will not divulge them lest we falter by overestimation. I have recently spent a great deal of money on fine lingerie, hand embroidered by the Sisters of the Holy Shroud—money well spent, I'm sure you'll agree. I ask myself, hourly, Brother and Sisters, what is hell? Only now am I learning to ask the right question.
 
Your servant,

Grace






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