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Yeobo,
Are you sleeping now? Where? Are you at home or in the hospital? I saw some leaves falling and thought of you. They were so pretty with a soft breeze and the sunlight streaming through the trees. I cut my finger a little while ago. A deep cut. Hurt like hell, but not as the pain in my heart. See, the pain medicine I took helps physically, but doesn't do shit emotionally. Do you know the song "I'll Be Seeing You"? I'm sure you do. Well, I WILL be seeing you. Even though I wrote to the piece-of-shit Korean ambassador to the US, he never responded. It's okay, I hope the North Koreans eat his ass or feed him to the dogs. Now I've written to the Immigration authorities in Seoul and will wait to hear from them. If I don't, I will go to the consulate in NY and apply for a visa. If worse comes to worse, I WILL do a commando raid and sneak into the country. I will either be successful or be shot dead, but in either event I must try. I can't live without seeing you. Rest, Yeobo. Have sweet dreams. Remember in Jeju we ate those delicious clams? Horseback riding? Those dummies put you on that huge horse and me on a little pony. I hopped off and walked back to the office. It was worth it for that one picture I got. It's one of my best images. Luckily, I have pictures of you to look at each day. Remember, my heart is with you.