Where am I now? Can you guess? My hint for you is lavender.
While the summer winds are soon to divide into the fall, I am here in the dark in Avignon, bracing the cold and gazing upon a second set of stars glimmering in the bank of the Rhone River. Very much like how our own Scaris, carries her second sky in the dreamy lights of the city, I find a similar sight on this aqueduct in the country. I hope you are well, Rochelle, and that this letter finds you soon before I am to leave further south carrying nothing but my paintbox and parchment to write. I must see the last of the sunflowers before winter has eaten them full until the next year.
It will be good, I think... to get away from things... and just paint like the old masters did in their time. Without your face, I must find something else beautiful to paint, you see, but know that not even a million of the world's most splendid sunflowers can replace you in my heart, for it surely belongs to you.
I promise to leave you an address soon as I find a place to rest during my visit to Arles. I leave you with this pastel drawing on the back of my letter, so you can see rivière on this night with me. Tell me of the sights in New Salem. I wish to know them through your eyes.
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