gri_2003_m_46_b01_f06_031
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- 65315631 - not-logged-in-a2401f13863086fcaf54
- WINNER - 65342037 - cshepherd
- 65354152 - not-logged-in-0c48b36c4ab24cf56b01
- 65406885 - TatterTangle
- 65414003 - not-logged-in-a7de584e5d485f0cfd33
65315631 - not-logged-in-a2401f13863086fcaf54
sunday 11 Road[Dearest Sylvia
A am so afraid that declarations of some me repetitiousand it is a difficulty one encounters if strongly and continuously, ones only direct communications is by means of letters; at best shad-ows of what I want to say, and fragments of my home. Still, letters it has to be . . . And I shall say again you are never out of my mind. it is a suprise sometimes to realise how many places we have been to-gether: concrete memories of you are eroled by places as , Hampton COurt Victoria and at wimbledon. And, as to-day, the Tate , gallery. you where, my room Sylvia, many times how well off we were in a cray when you had your twice weekley excur-sions to town. I am not- being heart-lees really; it was dreadful foryou I know, but you, too know
WINNER - 65342037 - cshepherd
Sunday11 Mansel Road
[12-7-48]
Dearest Sylvia:
I am so afraid that declarations
of love may seem repetitious and
it is a difficulty one encounters if,
loving strongly and continuously,
one's only direct communication
is by means of letters, at best shad-
ows of what I want to say, and frag-
ments of my love. Still, letters it
has to be... And I shall say again
you are never out of my mind. It
is a surprise sometimes to realise
how many places we have been to-
gether: concrete memories of you are
evoked by places as far apart as Green-
wich and Hampton court, Victoria and
Fullers at Wimbledon. And, as to-
day, the Tate gallery. Though you
were, my dear Sylvia, very tired
how well off we were in a way when
you had your twice weekly excur-
sion to town. I am not being heart-
less, really, it was dreadful for
you I know, but you, too, know
65354152 - not-logged-in-0c48b36c4ab24cf56b01
11, mansell roadSunday
Dearest sylvia:
I am so afraid that declarations ofblove may seem repetitious and itbis a difficulty one encounters if, loving strongly and continuously, one's only direct communication is by means of letters, at best shadow of what I want to say and fragments of my love. Still, letters it has to be... and I shall say again, you are never out of my mind. It is a surprise sometimes yo realise how manybplaces we have been together: concrete memories of you are erased by places as far apart asgreenwich and Hampton Court, Victoria and Fullers st Wimbledon. And as today, the Tate Gallery. Though you were, my poor Sylvia many times how well off we in a way when you had your twice weekly excursions to town. I am not being heartless, really, it was dreadful forvyou I know, but you too, know
65406885 - TatterTangle
Sunday 11 Mansel Road(12-7-48)
Dearest Sylvia:
I am so afraid that declarations of love may seem repetitious and it is a difficulty one encounters if, loving strongly and continuously, one's only direct communication is by means of letters, at best shadows of what I want to say, and fragments of my love. Still, letters it has to be . . . And I shall say again you are never out of my mind. It is a surprise sometimes to realize how many places we have been together: concrete memories of you are crashed by places as far apart as Greenwich and Hampton Court, Victoria and Pullens at Wimbledon. And, as today, the Tate gallery. Though you were, my poas Sylvia, enemy tired how well off we were in a roywhen you had yours twice weekly excursion to town. I am not being reantlous, really; it was dreadful for you I know, but you too, know
65414003 - not-logged-in-a7de584e5d485f0cfd33
Sunday 11 Mansel Road(12-7-48)
Dearest Sylvia:
I am so afraid that declarations
of love may seem repetitious and
it is a difficulty one encounters if,
loving strongly and continuously,
one's only direct communication
is by means of letters, at best shad-
ows of what I want to say, and frag-
ments of my love. Still, letters it
has to be... And I shall say again
you are nerves out of my mind. It
is a surprise sometimes to realise
how many places we have been to-
gether: concrete memories of you are
evoked by places as far apart as Green-
wich & Hampton Court, Victoria and
Fullers at Wimbledon, And, as to-
day, the Tate Gallery. Though you
were, my poor Sylvia, very tired
how well off we were in a way when
you had your twice weekly excur-
sion to town. I am not being heart-
less, really; it was dreadful for
you I know, but you, too, know