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    Ephraim Thursday 22nd

Dear Brother -

    I write to you thus on scraps of paper because I am running short of paper for my machine. I suppose you are off again somewhere. Here the days go peacefully and quietly and I am often reminded of you - in the wood as I go to the fishing shed for milk in the morning, at the spring, when I go our in the boat to get the little [barred?] perch for breakfast. Am painting and writing both pretty steadily. Some of