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and souls are those first vivid impressions of childhood! Lucky the child that has plenty of country in them - woods and ponds and rivers, maiden hair ferns and autumn leaves --as well as horses and cows and pigs, the realities that make language. Adam had the joy of naming them all! You could not run on too long about your family for nothing is more interesting than autobiography and biography - my curiosity and interest is insatiable. Each life fills many volumes, and then not a tenth is told, so mysterious is each individual. -  
and souls are those first vivid impressions of childhood! Lucky the child that has plenty of country in them - woods and ponds and rivers, maiden hair ferns and autumn leaves --as well as horses and cows and pigs, the realities that make language. Adam had the joy of naming them all! You could not run on too long about your family for nothing is more interesting than autobiography and biography - my curiosity and interest is insatiable. Each life fills many volumes, and then not a tenth is told, so mysterious is each individual. -  
Dec. 8. Another perfect morning, and bye and bye I feel sure I should be able to
Dec. 8. Another perfect morning, and bye and bye I feel sure I shall be able to

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and souls are those first vivid impressions of childhood! Lucky the child that has plenty of country in them - woods and ponds and rivers, maiden hair ferns and autumn leaves --as well as horses and cows and pigs, the realities that make language. Adam had the joy of naming them all! You could not run on too long about your family for nothing is more interesting than autobiography and biography - my curiosity and interest is insatiable. Each life fills many volumes, and then not a tenth is told, so mysterious is each individual. - Dec. 8. Another perfect morning, and bye and bye I feel sure I shall be able to