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2 you'll like. It got down to 25 below & I had flu - cursing because I felt like work - cursing & cursing until it passed. I am in a new novel I'm calling Thanksgiving - written in the ? rather of A Story Teller's Story. It is so far loose and fluid. I had some twenty years in offices of advertising agents - being a little whore there - and had never used the material. I had too much hatred. Now perhaps at last I a, far enough away from it to use it. We'll? I'll? see. (This seems to be a letter full of me and my doings. Well, it can't be helped. I'm in that mood I guess) I've decided to go back to Ripshin Farm. There the farm is with a big stone house all furnished and I can't sell it. I guess I got jammed up there because of the wonder I