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 I thank God for you and Lucile, that you are my friends.
 There is one man here who knows somethings has subtilty. The rest - its better to go would - crossed out

walk on the docks with the negroes.

 Some day, perhaps, after two or three years, when things have cleared, when we are both working well, we

might come down here, and live - say seven months at a time. Oct 1st to May 1st. The thing would be to live & work in town but to have a Ford and go out into the smaller niger towns. It isn't so much that we write of the niger, paint the niger but that we get their abandonment to feeling, their rhythmic sense of life, slang, the river here. Everything at moments seems in them and they in it all. Do I make myself clear?

 Love to you both
  Sherwood.