gri_2003_m_46_b01_f06_023
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- 65303500 - not-logged-in-e85a57c55c045d49df64
- 65362013 - blanchg
- 65383264 - johndpieper
- 65420505 - JeremyX
- 65434997 - Ebart55
- WINNER - 65437125 - cshepherd
65303500 - not-logged-in-e85a57c55c045d49df64
you, yours, as you say, is overpoweredby later experiences. But things ill
processes are contrary they serve ill one
junction of cementing us yet more firmly.
(I shall try and verify this, if I can.) Your
words about Mogartl are encouraging and
they have revived my interest in him. I
shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is
time I put the light out: I hope you are sl
eeping well. Sylvia, what shall I dream
about: Princess see with her sonnet
on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza
with alternate rhymes. A negro range
will don her with a vilanelle and her feet
will rest daintily on a roundel. There will
be a triolet on her fingers and, just possibly,
a couplet at the waist. I love you, Sylvia,
my dream.
I have just had breakfast and soon it will
be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly to
the V and A. So I will stop at the end of this
page, send it off, and write another letter this
evening. In the space left I must tell you,
again, and in the same old terms I'm afraid,
how much I love you. Even when we are
apart I feel you existing as a part of me and
serving me a purpose so that I feel I am mak-
ing use of my liberty. living is inconceivable
until you not loving me as I would sink
into another slangs of autumn. Symbolical-
ly at lease this is summer for me though a
cold wind flusters the trees. I love you so
much.
Lawerence
65362013 - blanchg
you, yours, as you say, is unempowered by later experiences. Paul Itaugs the mocerses are contrary they serve the one function of cementing us yet more firmly. (I shall try and mersify this, if I can) Lown words about Mogorth are encouraging and they have revived my interest in him. I shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is time I put the light out: I hope you are sleeping well, Sylvia. What shall I dream about: The princess see with her sonnet on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza with alternate rhymes. A negro rouge will fan her until a milanelle and here feet will rest daintily on a roundel. There will be a triolet on her fingers and, just possibly a caupeerar the waist. I love you, Sylvia, my dream.I have just had breakfast and soon it will be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly in the V and A. So I will stop at the end of this page, send it off, and write another letter this evening. In the space left I must tell you, again, and in the same old terms I'm afraid, how much I love you. Even when we are apart I feel you existing as a part of me and giving me a purpose so that I feel I am making use of my liberty. Living is inconceivable until you not loving me as I would sink into another slough of autumn. Symbolically at least this is Summer for me though a cold wind blusters the trees. I love you so much.
Lawrence
65383264 - johndpieper
you, yours, as you say, is overpowered by later experiences. But though the processes are contrary they serve the one function of cementing us yet more firmly. (I shall try and this, if I can.) Your words about Hogarth are encouraging and they have revived my interest in him. I shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is time I put the light out: I hope you are sleeping well, Sylvia. What shall I dream about: the Princess bee with her bonnet on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza with alternate rhymes. A negro page will fan her with a villanelle and her feet will rest daintily on a roundel. There will be a on her fingers and, just possibly, a couplet at the waist. I love you, Sylvia, my dream.I have just had breakfast and soon it will be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly in the V and A, so I will stop at the end of this page, send it off, and write another letter this evening. In the space left I must calll you, again, and in the same old terms I'm afraid, how much I love you. Even when we are apart I feel you existing as a part of me and giving me purpose so that I feel I am making use of my liberty. Living is inconceivable with you not loving me as I would sink into another slough of autumn. Symbolically at least this summer for me though a cold wind flusters the trees. I love you so much.
Lawrence
65420505 - JeremyX
you, yours, as you say, is overpowered by later experiences. But though the processes are contrary they serve the one function of cementing us yet more firmly. (I shall try and versify this, if I can.) Your words about Hogarth are encouraging and they have revived my interest in him. i shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is time I put the light out; I hope you are sl-eeping well, Sylvia. What shall I dream about: the princess see with her sonnet on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza with alternate rhymes. A negro page will fan her with a vilanelle and her feet will rest daintily on a roundel. There will be a triolet on her fingers and, just possibly, a couplet at the waist. I love you, Sylvia, my dream.
I have just had breakfast and soon it will be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly to the V and A. So I will stop at the end of this page, send it off, and write another letter this evening. In the space left I must tell you, again, and in the same old terms I'm afraid, how much I love you. Even when we are apart I feel you existing as a part of me and giving me a purpose so that I feel I am mak-
ing use of my liberty. Living is inconceivable with you not loving me as I would sink into another Slough of autumn. Symbolical-
ly at least this is Summer for me though a cold wind flusters the trees. I love you so much.
Lawrence
65434997 - Ebart55
you, yours, as you say, is empowered by later experiences. But though the processes are contrary they serve the one function of cementing us yet more firmly. (I shall try and versify this if I can.) Your words about Hogarth are encouraging and they have revived my interest in him. I shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is time I put the light out. I hope you are sleeping well Sylvia. What shall I dream about: a Princess bee with her sonnet on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza with alternate rhymes. A negro page will don her with a villanelle and her feet will rest daintily on a rounded. There will be a triolet on her fingers and, just possibly, a couplet at the waist. I love you, Sylvia, my dream.I have just had breakfast and soon it will be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly to the V and A. So I will stop at the end of this page, and send it off. In the space left I must tell you again, and in the same old terms, I'm afraid, how much I love you. Even when we are apart I feel you existing as a part of me and serving me a purpose so that I feel I am making use of my liberty. Living is inconceivable with you not loving me as I would sink into another slough of autumn. Symbolically at least this is summer for me though a cold wind flusters the trees. I love you so much.
Lawrence
WINNER - 65437125 - cshepherd
you, yours, as you say, is overpoweredby later experiences. But though the
processes are contrary they serve the one
function of cementing us yet more firmly.
(I shall try and versify this, if I can.) Your
words about Hogarth are encouraging and
they have revived my interest in him. I
shall resume this letter tomorrow as it is
time I put the light out: I hope you are sl-
eeping well, Sylvia. What shall I dream
about: the Princess with her sonnet
on her head, dressed in a charming new stanza
with alternate rhymes. A negro page
will fan her with a villanelle and her feet
will rest daintily on a roundel. There will
be a triolet on her fingers and, just possibly,
a couplet at the waist. I love you, Sylvia,
my dream.
I have just had breakfast and soon it will
be eleven o'clock. I must be off shortly to
the V and A so I will stop at the end of this
page, send it off, and write another letter this
evening. In the space left I must tell you,
again, and in the same old terms I'm afraid,
how much I love you. Even when we are
apart I feel you existing as a part of me and
giving me a purpose so that I feel I am mak-
ing use of my liberty. Living is inconceivable
with you not loving me as I would sink
into another slough of autumn. Symbolical-
ly at least this is summer for me though a
cold wind flusters the trees. I love you so
much.
Lawrence