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for a long long time. I've got some seeds in me and if they'll sprout I'll ? a little ? along -

There's too much pissing? on the sail? in the east just now.  The muck? and kills the hearts of things I think.
Have we had too much pervenmenes?.  It isn't any good.  It's funk?.
 A nany? happiness is in ? craft? the white sheets in which to write words that may have a tang to them and color to them.
 That and the flash of life through a loved one - one isn't afraid to love.
 We're a seand? ever? Jerry. You know that and I know it.

My love to you and dear Lucile -

  love

Sherwood.