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the city of Asheville as if I was a regiment of storm troops going into a division battle. And of course it took it out of me–I was pretty treet? when I now you–but maybe also, I was coming away with a lot of tar on my heel and large frotfuls? of the unknown earth. I hope so, anyway. I don't think, well, I'm so much worried about the bulk and flood of my writing as I once was, I've got a feeling about some? things, after long mulling and thinking? thrasing? about with them that often turns? at night?–and my feeling is that I shall probably always have to do essentially about? what? as I do now– that is,