saturday, february 12, 1944

dearest kitty,

the sun is shining, the sky is deep blue, there's a magnificent breeze, and i'm longing -- really longing -- for everything: conversation, freedom, friends, being alone. i long. . . to cry! i feel as if i were about to explode. i know crying would help, but i can't cry. i'm restless. i walk from one room to another, breathe through the crack in the window frame, feel my heart beating as if to say, "fulfill my longing at last. . ."

i think spring is inside me. i feel spring awakening, i feel it in my entire body and soul. i have to force myself to act normally. i'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. i only know that i'm longing for something. . .

yours, anne

186 anne fran

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