from its [sic] crystal depths will come faith, and promise, and respect. It shall be as long as you and I remember my darling. Nothing can touch it then - nothing polute its purity - for ours is a love that *can* remember. Each touch of memory brings yet a greater promise of what shall be. I love you my darling, I miss you as God alone knows - and I have faith, June. I've never questioned it nor doubted it - and I'm sure. Bless you, darling - God keep you happy and strong - for I'm yours Junie, for always. Good night, beloved Snoon. I love you.

Teddy