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March 20, 1925 Dear Norman- A unclear unclear from the north. I am at work on the childhood book. People go [[huddled?] and hurrying? across the little park? in front of my window. The [[blast?unclear that swept this unclear Illinois and Indiana has unclearus with cold.

In the mail a letter from Stieglitz, in unclear, unclear, old, discouraged. A strong? unclear sincere? unclear man. Nearly all his life is devoted to others. Few have been kind to him. I hate to think of his last years. He has wanted so much of beauty?, has been such an old unclear.

I have always thought he fought too much but without the fight he has made some of our finest artists would have got just nowhere.

It is pretty hard to understand -- the kind of things that can happen to such a man. So much priggishness? in the world.

Once cant stop to think too much about it. Othermen? are? unclear. Life slipping past like a unclear. You and I -- others looking on. We have