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Sarah's journal for Jennie

Sat. April 17 -- The lingering rays of a setting sun are shining through my window. A beautiful time for thought and for writing to absent friends; I love to think of you, my sisters, at this calm twilight hour, just as day begins to {unclear} into evening. In this sacred hour, when day and night mingle together in silent beauty, shall not our spirits also {direct?} and spend this prescious time in sweet thoughts of one another: Oh, I love to think that it may be so, it makes me feel happy to think that my dear, but absent sisters are thinking and perhaps even talking of me at this very moment!