Before presenting the fourth letter, I'd like to tell you some more about them. To be quite honest my heritage is a huge question to me. Why did I receive these letters? They were just left at my door in a sun-stained bundle, tied loosely by a stamp and ribbon. I'd like to remain nameless as they are published by the wish that came with the letters, so I'm not pursued.

After my encounter with the mortal, I sent them on their way and returned to my sanctuary. I went about business as usual until I felt the first signs. It began when I was feeding, a faint drum that began inside my pits and traveled through my limbs. It felt like wasps kissing my skin over and over. Then the pain began, a thousand thorns raging through me and slicing my brain. My body began to reject these sensations and soon blood was rejecting me and expelling itself out. I was a broken body constantly regenerating to fight itself and keep me and my unborn alive. I lay bare on the cool rocks and let the breeze cleanse my body. It brought me temporary solitude and relief to feel another life form touching me. My battle was constant with myself and the need to feed was overbearing but I could not move for fear of pain. I gave myself sustenance from the small diving beetles; it was all I could handle at this time and still, my body was fighting to keep them down. By my two-hundredth day, I began to feel my body releasing the unborn that was draining me, bit by bit I braced myself. I propped myself up and moved near a small body of water with pads blooming on top and a dragonfly marionette dancing just above. I started to exert myself and with effort tried to expel this force feeding off me. Pushing and pushing I started to feel some pressure release and the air hit me more harshly. I felt like a cork in a wine bottle waiting to be free, as I continued pushing I felt parts of my heart be released and shared with this life I had created. As my orchard began to feel more free, I did too and the sweet pain only helped with this sensation, my whole body was being dipped in a sweet honey that was being pecked at by different birds. My mind was cleared as my orchard had more air flowing through it and I was no longer having thoughts clouded by a stormy sea. In my final push, my soul began to cling onto the sweet life released from me; the immediate ease and relief were indescribable and I felt as if I'd just walked a pilgrimage. I held the sweet peach closely in my arms and let it touch the tendrils of my remaining heart and follow the beat. I felt an overwhelming sense of tenderness and emotion. I wanted to give my sweet child all the pearls and moonlight in the solar system. I wrapped the new life in dried seaweed and brushed its small lines of hair. Its smooth golden brown scalp and little hairs were soft as fur and felt comforting to my fingertips. I held it up high as I traversed the craggy surfaces and held it tightly like any action could cause me to lose grip and smash the precious peach to a thousand pieces.

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In my next letter, I will discuss the formative years and how I cared for my precious unborn and gave all the things in the world. To cultivate the ripening peach and watch it blossom was my only goal at this time in my life and I'd very much like to tell you more