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- 65312928 - not-logged-in-a7ed765ddcdae2ec4991
- 65328599 - Culebra78
- 65328698 - PandaNation
- 65333594 - Preacher357
- WINNER - 65354298 - SaraEliz
65312928 - not-logged-in-a7ed765ddcdae2ec4991
Pay blossom makes this April gayFlints in a field glint and sparkle
And the beams of early sunlight fall
Like fronds of hair from a woman's head combed
There. I am still tinkering with the sonnets so no more in this letter
I hope you are not doing any work again yet, anything really serious I mean. but I hope that soon you will feel alright to adapt those clothes you mentioned and use those feathers. When you have done this and I see you wearing them I think I shall have to write some Mallarmesque compliments - delighted and intricate. And what about the material you have with Clifford's blessing? How pleasant to go to church in it. Though I fear the very stones will groan at the pagan sophistication of the material's new appearance. Do tell me when you start and what you do. You will look ravishing in the new look, Sylvia.
It is exactly eleven o'clock. I love you.
I have not yet found any book of Titian although I have looked in several libraries. But really I shall leave no shelf unturned.
Johnson wnet to the Albertina drawings yesterday with the Poisers (spelling?) but - see above - I prefer red Chelsen in the afternoon. However I am having tea with him tomorrow and he tells me it wasn't sunstroke but a kind of influenzxa and the doctor doesnt' really know what it was. (Could it have seepsychological?)
Oh, this is delightful. Another clock has just struck eleven. Still I am thinking of you. I love you.
I ache this morning because I played various running about games with Myranda, Marien, and Lynda yesterday, three cousins whose combined age is about twenty-three. Please don't be patronising about it.
Today I think I shall eat all my sweet ration because I think there is going to be a war soon.
I love you. All my love.
Lawrence
65328599 - Culebra78
May blossom makes this April gayFlints in a field glint and sparkle
And the beams of early sunlight fall
Like fronds of hair from a woman's head combed
There. I am still tinkering with the sonnets so no more in this letter.
I hope you are not doing any work again yet, anything really serious I mean, but I hope that soon you will feel alright to adapt those clothes you mentioned and use those feathers. When you have done this and I see you wearing them I think I shall have to write some Mallarmesque compliments - delighted and intricate. And what about the material you have with Clifford's blessing? How pleasant to go to church in it. Though I fear the very stones will groan at the pagan sophistication of the material's new appearance. Do tell me when you start and what you do. You will look ravishing in the new look, Sylvia.
It is exactly eleven o'clock. I love you.
I have not yet found any book of Titian although I have looked in several libraries. But really I shall leave no shelf unturned.
Johnson went to the Albertina drawings yesterday with the Poisers (spelling?) but - see above - I preferred Chelsea in the afternoon. However I am having tea with him tomorrow and he tells me it wasn't sunstroke but a kind of influenza and doctor doesn't really know what it was. (Could it have been psychological?)
Oh, this is delightful. Another clock has just struck eleven. Still I am thinking of you. I love you.
I ache this morning because I played various running about games with Myranda, Marion, and Lynda yesterday, three cousins whose combined age is about twenty-three. Please don't be patronizing about it.
Today I think I shall eat all my sweet ration because I think there is going to be a war soon.
I love you. All my love.
Lawrence
65328698 - PandaNation
May blossom makes this April gayFlints in a field glint and sparkle
And the beams of early sunlight fall
Like fronds of hair from a woman's head combed
There. I am still tinkering with the sonnets so no
more in this letter
I hope you are not doing any work again yet, any-
thing really serious I mean, but I hope that soon you
will feel alright to adopt those clothes you mentioned
and use those feathers. when you have done this and
I see you wearing them I think I shall have to write
some Mallarmesque compliments - delighted and intricate.
And what about the material you have with Clifford's
blessing? How pleasant to go to church in it. THough
I fear the very stones will groan at the pagan sophis-
tication of the material's new appearance. Do tell
me when you star and what you do. You will look rav-ishing in the new look, Sylvia.
It is exactly eleven o'clock. I love you.
I have not yet found any book of Titian although I
have looked in several libraries. But really I shall
leave no shelf unturned.
Johnson went to the Albertina drawings yesterday
with the Poisers (spelling?) but - see above - I prefer-red Chelsea in the afternoon. However I am having tea
with him tomorrow and he tells me it wasn't sunstroke but
a kind of influenza and the doctor doesn't really know
what it was. (Could it have been psychological?)
Oh, this is delightful. Another clock has just stri-
uck eleven. Still I am thinking of you. I love you.
I ache this morning because I played various running
about games with Myranda, Mario, and Lynda yesterday,
three cousins whose combined age is about twenty-three.
Please don't be patronising about it.
Today I think I shall eat all my sweet ration be-
cause I think there is going to be a war soon.
I love you. All my love.
Lawrence
65333594 - Preacher357
May blossom makes this April gayFlints in a field glint and sparkle
And the beams of early sunlight fall
Like fronds of hair from a woman's head combed
There. I am still tinkering with the sonnets so no
more in this letter.
I hope you are not doing any work again yet, any-
thing really serious I mean, but I hope that soon you
willfeel alright to adapt those clothes you mentioned
and use those feathers. When you have done this and
some Mallarmesque compliments - delighted and intricate.
And what about the material you have with Clifford's
blessing? How pleasant to go to church in it. Though
I fear the very stones will groan at the pagan sophis-
tication of the material's new appearance. Do tell
me when you start and what you do. You will look rav-
ishing in the new look, Sylvia.
It is exactly eleven o'clock. I love you.
I have not yet found any book of Titian although I
have looked in several libraries. But really I shall leave no shelf unturned.
Johnson went to the Albertina drawings yesterday
with the Poisers (spelling?) but - see above - I prefer-
red Chelsea in the afternoon. However I am having tea
with him tomorrow and he tells me it wasn't sunstroke but
a kind of influenza and the doctor doesn't really know
what it was. (Could it have a psychological?)
OH, this is delightful. Another clock has just str-
uck eleven. Still I am thinking of you. I love you.
I ache this morning because I played various running
about games with Myranda. Marion, and Lynda yesteday,
three cousins whose combined age is about twenty-three.
Please don't be patronising about it.
Today I think I shall eat all my sweet ration be-
cause I think there is going to be a war soon.
I love you. All my love.
Lawrence
WINNER - 65354298 - SaraEliz
May blossom makes this April gayFlints in a field glint and sparkle
And the beams of early sunlight fall
Like fronds of hair from a woman's head combed
There. I am still tinkering with the sonnets so no
more in this letter
I hope you are not doing any work again yet, any-
thing really serious I mean, but I hope that soon you
will feel alright to adapt those clothes you mentioned
and use those feathers. When you have done this and
I see you wearing them I think I shall have to write
some Mallarm'esque compliments--delighted and intricate.
And what about the material you have with Clifford's
blessing? How pleasant to go to church in it. Though
I fear the very stones will groan at the pagan sophis-
tication of the material's new appearance. Do tell me when you start and what you do. You will look rav-
ishing in the new look, Sylvia.
It is exactly eleven o'clock. I love you.
I have not yet found any book of Titian although I
have looked in several libraries. But really I shall
leave no shelf unturned.
Johnson went to the Albertina drawings yesterday
with the Poisers (spelling?) but--see above--I prefer-
red Chelsea in the afternoon. However I am having tea
with him tomorrow and he tells me it wasn't sunstroke but
a kind of influenza and the doctor doesn't really know
what it was. (Could it have been psychological?)
Oh, this is delightful. Another clock has just struck
eleven. Still I am thinking of you. I love you.
I ache this morning because I played various running
about games with Myranda, Marion, and Lynda yesterday,
three cousins whose combined age is about twenty-three.
Please don't be patronising about it.
Today I think I shall eat all my sweet ration
because I think there is going to be a war soon.
I love you. All my love.
Lawrence