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Home Remsen July 28/93 Dear Sister;

 I am sitting on your couch, end towards the parlor. Birds are singing and branches waving without . The curtain in front hall is fluttering, and I hear little crackling noises in the pantry from the paper on shelves as they are moved by the breeze. It is six minutes pat two P.M. I have had my lunch and a nap, and now will indulge in a little chat with you. this morning after looking, for the third or fourth time, for that "Macaulay, 

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