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My dear Lucile, It is the morning of July 1st. I sent over the the ? and found your letter. It had been there several days perhaps. They neglected to send it to my present address 33 E Liberty St. We had cold weather here until 10 days ago - now it is dry and hot. For 25 days we have had ? walks every day and I haunt the tracks. How ? and negroes seem to be the two things in America that give me the most ascetic pleasure. A flatnosed tobacco chewing man is trading? a thoroughbred?. In the house what a noble bearing. No lousy inferiority complex here. The small peaceful head is thrown back. The legs are ? and hard, the breast is strong. All the flesh of the body? quivers with desire to ?. We? He?