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June 1926 on Ripshin Farm Stationery The organization? stories of a novel - all these lives -- a little city of lives -- is exhausting. Yesterday I wrote until I was so exhausted I could hardly get up from my chair. Shall I try to tell you what I wrote. To do so would be to try to do it all again. Such a simple unclear of events and yet the unclear of a unclear unclear unclear unclear unclear. A unclear unclear unclear. There is a field of young wheat on a marshy? hillside.