She’s not here tonight. She promised she will write me a letter, having told me the story on Friday, but I know she finds it difficult to express herself in writing. She can paint and paint and paint and do all kinds of lovely things in painting and drawing. But when I said to her, please write it that I may tell it to my audience before I close; that I have no future plans after I close on the 29th. So, I would like to share your experience, to encourage everyone in this world to do what you did. Well, the letter didn’t come. I can see her struggling over one page and rubbing out a line because she didn’t spell the word correctly and going over the next one. But she can take a piece of canvas, a piece of paper, and do miracles with it. But because she’s restricted in writing a letter, she didn’t send the letter.680 ¶22