In Which We Choose Our Mentors Carefully

Dear A,
The manuscript is finished, sealed and sent. Am I bereft? I think so. The inbetween is a longlong night at sea.  Looking to you. 
With affection,
H

Dear H,
The manuscript is in progress. Am I adrift? I think so. Horizon as far as you can see. In any case, certainly rocks instead of lighthouse. Regarding the sea: Try not to worry. It carves the earth, yes. But its shape, too, is determined by the shore that it meets.
Soon,
A     (pb)