(Two and a half standard years later…)

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Dearest Master Kenobi,

I'm sorry it has been so long since my last holo-com. I know it has been far too long since we've visited, but we are just so busy lately!

Kasen returned to Tatooine again a few days ago, as I'm sure you know since he's the one who gave this to you. I was so very pleased to see him, in light of all that's happened. He and I have stayed in touch from time to time, although I'm still clueless as to where he's been all this time. Apparently, he's found himself a wife, which I think is absolutely wonderful. I'm sure he has many amusing stories to tell you.

I wanted to thank you again (what is this, the millionth time?) for attending the wedding last year, and for not being disappointed in me. I know how honorable the life of a Jedi is, and how dishonorable it has been deemed to leave the Order. But I don't feel as if I have left the Order, but rather, it has grown me up and taught me how to defend myself, and to uphold important standards of compassion and integrity – of honor and discipline.

My darling husband has been working on his farm much more lately, with Jovin being so intent on being the strong pair of arms at Lana's shop. I personally think a lot of it has to do with the lovely new girl we hired last month. Ah, how history repeats itself.

Speaking of Lana, she and I have recently become partners in the coveted tunic business. She gets our suppliers and makes the sales pitch (the fun stuff), I make the little flower patterns – you know, my life-long dream. Ha, ha.

You know I am only joking; I am very pleased to be an eighteen-year-old partner in a successful business. I'm still trying to convince Lana to change the name… "Lana's Tunics – Finest in Mos Espa" seems sort of trite, and exclusive. After all, I do half-own our little business, which isn't so little anymore.

Yet, despite the glamour of being a farmer's wife and a flower-knitter, the most exciting thing I've been privileged to do as a result of my part in Lana's Tunics was to make a tunic for a Mrs. Beru Lars. When Anton and I delivered it to her home, Mrs. Lars showed me her adorable three-year-old nephew, Luke. Oh, Master Obi-Wan, I could just feel the little one's strength in the Force. Someday, maybe you will be able to train him? …Unless you become much too old and weak for such physical exertion by then; ha, ha.

I've been longing to expand the business, maybe even to Coruscant, as an excuse to visit there, but Anton says it's far too dangerous with the Empire gaining strength. I wish I could do more to help you in your pursuits of aiding the survivors, but I'm doing my best to remain hidden from their grasp. After learning about the Purge more in depth, it makes my decision to stay safely on Tatooine much easier. Some Jedi would consider that dishonorable in itself, but I have my reasons…

Speaking of which, you must come and see the twins very soon! They're nearly three months old now; little Keeloh looks exactly like his father, while Annie is tinier and has my dark hair. No one will ever know they are twins at first glance – they're so very different in appearance, and in temperament! Annie is so mouthy, while Keeloh is sort of shy and is much better-behaved. They really do take after their namesakes…

Anton is such a wonderful father. (He says hello, by the way.) There are some days when I can barely stand up straight from all of the waking up the twins do at night, and even after working all day he still manages to help me as much as possible. I know that the Force brought us together, and I do not regret our union. I do hope that someday all Jedi will be permitted to feel such warmth from attachments to their own families, without guilt or sadness. It truly keeps me going, most days – especially the hard ones. I think it was time for a change. At least for me, I know it was.

I hope you are doing well. Please tell Master Qui-Gon hello for me. I've been keeping myself pretty well-hidden in the Force spectrum… you can never be too careful, especially knowing that the Emperor is supposedly so powerful in the Dark side. I wish somebody would just throw him into a big pit of fire or something. (Sorry, I know we're not supposed to want revenge. I'm still working on being less of a rebel!)

I've overcome my bad memory-dreams for the most part. They only come every once in a long while, and I am very grateful to you for sharing with me how you have overcome them. Your suggestions were very helpful, and I'm really starting to let go of it all. Sometimes I still miss them, but I know they are at peace.

I know this has been very long, but I miss talking to you! If you cannot come out of hiding, Anton and I will have to bring the twins when they are a little older. I'm shaking my finger at you, Obi-Wan; you are not allowed to train them even if they do receive my Force-sensitivity. I'm letting them live their lives as normal little humans, and if the day does come where they discover they are "different", I will explain it to them. In the meantime, the three of us will have to discuss a strategy for when that moment comes along. You know as well as I do that I'm hopeless in the Jedi wisdom department!

I will let you get back to your meditation now, as I'm sure you're hard at work keeping yourself attuned to the world beneath the surface. Thank you for checking up on me; things are finally peaceful in my heart again. You were truly the Master I never had, and I am grateful for your wisdom. But for goodness' sake, please leave the blue stuff at the cantina, and do not try to cook ever again! We can't have you exploding another food-processor, can we?

May the Force be with you, Master.

Your favorite "Padawan",

Keelee Flasgo