Dearest Diary,
This Lord's Day has brought about great comfort and yet great anxiety. I do not fear the upcoming lessons in the morning but I must confess I am growing weary of change. Although it is very much a part of any fulfilling life, I rather desire the kind that introduces a partner with which to share the burdens of change. You must remember, dear Diary, that such matters are never far from the mind of a maiden like myself.
On the part of comfort, I am happy to announce that after a visit to Granada this afternoon, it was discovered that some of my jewelry remains intact, including that of my grandmother's. The thieves were merciful to not collect it all. (They did however make off with my personal diary). I do still mourn the loss of the few valuables they were able to confiscate. I pray their repentance comes swiftly. I am presently eager to forgive.
The time has come, dear Diary, to retire for the night. The schoolchildren will arrive much too early on the morrow.
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