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65418807 - JennyLWren
65448977 - not-logged-in-f85a4a9b77610e1dc7af
WINNER - 65449416 - WiltedLotus
65744631 - RitaAusBerlin
65789824 - landfordjohnmartin
65839535 - mikethebike2

65418807 - JennyLWren

SUNDAY
I dreamt of you last night we were in a public place - a theatre - you showing people to their places, managing only to kiss me on back hand in desperate fragments. We had been separated. I wanted to keep you with me. That, quite exactly, was the dream.
Although I now made a few notes for poems about Paris I find that it is easier to write to you and about you than choose a subject beyond love. There is a necessity about you as muse as well as subject: I said so some time ago as a conceit but find that circumstances endorse it.
I wish you had been with me in the zoo of the Jardin de Plantes the other day. Some beautiful peacocks there had opened their tails like a waterfall that fel upwards. One of them turned exposing the little machine that supports the fan. But otherwise i was oppressed by the air of tormented claustrophobia you find in zoos. There were no owls, obviously cages could not be designed to hold them. The pathos of owls rescues them. Nor was there a blue satyr.
The sun is out again this morning after a slow start. Water is running rapidly through the gutters. The tap is dripping. I'm half dressed. I can see myself in 2 of the 4 mirrors with which even our small room is supplied. Fresh water rains are midly soothing. Albert is on the balcony singing carelessly.
Pett must be very lovely just now. I hope that your rational of the Devil is satisfactory and I am interested to know how you get on with her. Also how Michael feels about her now. I hope Clifford is more cheerful now than he appeared to be a week or so ago. I imagine he will be a little busier than usual as it is Easter. I hope he conveys elaborate semantical instruction to his sheep. The ambivalent joys of hope and sadism and so on. What Easter means to us.
What Easter means to me is missing you.
I love you
Lawrence

65448977 - not-logged-in-f85a4a9b77610e1dc7af

SUNDAY
I dreamt of you last night. We were in a public place - a theatre - you showing people to their places, managing only to kiss me or hold my hand ??????? ???fragments. We had been separated. I wanted to keep you with me. That, quite exactly, was the dream.

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means to me is missing you
I love you
Lawrence

WINNER - 65449416 - WiltedLotus

I dreamt of you last night. We were in a public place - a theatre - you showing people to their places, managing only to kiss me or hold my hand in desperate fragments. We had been separated. I wanted to keep you with me. That, quite exactly, was the dream.
Although I have made a few notes for poems about Paris I find that it is easier to write to you than choose a subject beyond love. There is a necessity about you as muse as well as subject: I said so sometime ago as a conceit, but find that circumstances endorse it.
I wish you had been with me in the zoo of the Jardin des Plantes the other day. Some beautiful peacocks there had opened their tails making a waterfall that fell upwards. One of them turned exposing the little machine that supports the fan. But otherwise I was oppressed by the air of tormented claustrophobia you find in zoos. There were no owls. Obviously cages could not be devised to hold them. The patron of owls rescues them. Nor was there a blue satyr.
The sun is out again this morning after a slow start. Water is running rapidly through the gutters. Te tap is dripping. I'm half-dressed. I can see myself in 2 of the 4 mirrors wich even our small room is supplied. French motor horns are mildly sounding. Albert is on the balcony singing tirelessly.
Pett must be very lovely just now. I hope that your portrait of the Devil girl is satisfactory and I am interested to know how you get on with her. Also how Michael feels about her now. I hope Clifford is more cheerful now than he appeared to be a week or so ago. I imagine he will be a little busier than usual as it is Easter. I hope he conveys elaborate Servatical instruction to his sheep. The ambivalent joys of hope and sadism and so on. What Easter means to us.
What Easter means to me is missing you.
I love you.
Lawrence

65744631 - RitaAusBerlin

SUNDAY
I dreamt of you easeriget. We were in a public place - a theatre - you showing
people their places, managing only to kiss me or hold my hand in des-
perate fragments. We had been separated. I wanted to keep you with me.
That, quite exactly, was the dream.
Although i have made a few rates for poems about Paris I find that
it is easier to write to you and about you than choose a subject b-
yond love. There is a necessity about you as muse as well as subject: I
said so some time ago, as a conceit, and find that circumstances endorse
it.
I wish you had been with me in the zoo of the Jardin des Plantes
the other day. Some beautiful peacocks there had opened their tails making
a waterfall that fell upwards. One of them turned exposing the little
machine that supports the fan. But otherwise I was oppressed by the
air of tormenter claustrophobia you find in zoos. There were no owls.
Obviously cages could not be devised to hold them. The patron of
owls rescues them. Nor was there a blue satyr.
The sun is out again this morning after a slow start. Water is
running rapidly through the gutters. The tap is dripping. I'm half cherred.
I can see myself in 2 of the 4 mirrors with which even our small
room is supplied. ..erch motor horns are mildly sounding. Albert
is on the balcony singing awelessly.
Pelt must be very lovely just now. I hope that your portrait
of the Venil girl is satisfactory and I am interested in know how you
get on with her. Also how Michael feels about her now. I hope
Clifford is more cheerful now than he appeared to be a week or so
ago. I imagine he will be a little ..sier than usual
as it is Easter. I hope he conveys elaborate ...atical instruction to
his sheep. The ambivalent joys of hope and sadism and so on. Weat
Easter means tolls.
Weat Easter means to me is missing you.
I care you
Lawrence

65789824 - landfordjohnmartin

SUNDAY

I dreamt of you last night. We were in a public place - a theatre - you showing people to their places, managing only to kiss me as hold my hand issdes verate fragments. I wanted to help you ??? That, quite exactly, was the dream.

Although I have made a few notes for poems about Paris I find that it is easier to write to you and about you than choose a subject beyond love. There is a necessity about you as muse as well as subject: I said so sometime ago as a conceit, but find that circumstances endorse it.

I wish you had been with me in the zoo of the Jardin des Plantes the other day. Some beautiful peacocks there had opened their tails making a waterfall that fell upwards. One of them turned exposing the little machine that supports the fan. But otherwise I was oppressed by the air of tormented claustrophobia you find in zoos. There were no owls, obviously cages could not be devised to hold them. The patron of owls rescued them. None was there, blue satyr.

The sun is out again this morning after a slow start. Water is running rapidly through the gutters. The tap is dripping. I'm half dressed. I can see myself in 2 of the 4 mirrors with which even our small room is supplied. French motor horns are wildly sounding. Albert is on the balcony singing tunelessly.

Pett must be very lonely just now. I hope that your portrait of the Deme girl is satisfactory and I am interested to know how you get on with her. ??? how Michael feels about her now. I hope Clifford is more cheerful now than he appeared to be a week or so ago. I imagine he will be a little busier than usual as it is Easter. I hope he conveys elaborate Jeriatical /unclear] instruction to his sheep. The ambivalent joys of love and sadism and so on. What Easter means to us.

What Easter means to me is missing you.

I love you
Lawrence

65839535 - mikethebike2

SUNDAY I dreamt of you last night. We were in a public place - theatre - you showing people to their places, managing only to kiss me and hold my hand in desperate fragments. We had been separated. I wanted to keep you with me. That, quite exactly, was the dream. Although I have made a few notes for poems about Paris I find that it is easier to write to you and about you as muse as well as subject: I said so sometime ago as a conceit but find that circumstances endorse it. I wish you had been with me in the zoo the Jardin des Plantes the other day. Some beautiful peacocks had opened their tails making a waterfall that fell upwards. One of them turned exposing the little machine that supports the fan. But otherwise I was oppressed by the air of torment claustrophobia you find in zoos. There were 20owls, obviously cages could not be devised to hold them. The ration of owls rescued them. New was there, a blue satyr.The sun is out again this morning after a slow start. Water is running rapidly through the gutters. The tap is dripping. I'm half dressed. I can see myself in2 of the 4 mirrors with which even on wall room is supplied. Freres motor horns are wildly sounding. Albert is on the balcony singing tunelessly. Pell must be very lonely just now. I hope that your portrait of the Devil Girl is satisfactory and I am interested to know how you get on with her. Also how Michael feels about her now. I hope Clifford is more cheerful now than he appeared to be a week or so ago. I imagine he will be a little busier than usual as it is Easter. I hope he conveys elaborate semantical instruction to his sheep. The ambivalent joys of hope and sodium and so on. What Easter means tolls. What Easter means to me is missing you. I love you Lawrence

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