You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to me even once and you never came back to see me? Do you think that it is fun for me to spend months, even years, without any news, without any hope! – Camille Claudel
Dont fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine. – Camille Claudel