gri_2003_m_46_b02_f05_046
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- 65476029 - bookbrig
- WINNER - 65568950 - janenhawley
- 65761319 - Mai-1984
- 65764959 - Lynst
- 65792021 - SREM
- 65865445 - tinkapuppy
65476029 - bookbrig
20th May 1949In the Train
Dearest Sylvia,
My love, my rose. I am so unhappy for you. I love you, though, so much and hope you will be able to let me protect you with the great love you have awakened in me. I am like Cyrano in Boccaccio stars, who was a rustic creative until Ephigenia inspired him to become a marvelous castiglione. I am your courtier, your count doer, your love. With your beauty inspiring me I know I can do well and I am sure my love helps you. Despite our intense and troubled day I feel this wonderful confidence in us with undiminished fervor. Our love, our art. Oh my dear Sylvia-how I adore you.
Take care of yourself my love, as good care as I wish to be able care of you.
WINNER - 65568950 - janenhawley
20th May 1949In the train
Dearest Sylvia,
My love, my rose. I am so unhappy for you. I love you, though, so much and hope you will be able to let me protect you with the great love you have awakened in me. I am like Cymon in CCs Boccaccio story who was a rustic creative until Ephigenia inspired him to become a marvelous castiglione. I am your countries, your court poet, your love. With your beauty inspiring me I know I can do well and I am sure my love helps you. Despite our intense stroulled day I feel this wonderful confidence in us with undiminished fervour. Our love, our ast. Oh my dear Sylvia--how I adore you. Take care of yourself, my love, as good care as I wish to be able to care of you.
65761319 - Mai-1984
in the train 20th may 1949Dearest Sylviea
My love , my rose . I am so unhappy for you. I love you , though , so much and hope you will be able to let me protect you with the great love youavalien in me . I am like lynen in the Boccaccio story who was a rustic verture until Ephigenea inxsire him to become a mamellous castigation. I am your cavrties , your court poor , your love . With your beauty inspiring me I I can do well and I am sure my love helps you . Despite our intense troubles day I feel this wonderful confidence in us until undiminished ferrous . Our love , our cat. Oh my dear Sylvia - how Iadore you .
Take care of yourself , my love , as good care as I wish to be ablecare of you
65764959 - Lynst
In the train 20th May 1949Dearest Sylvia,
My love, my Rose. I am so unhappy
for you. I love you, though, so
much and hope you will be able
to let me protect you with the great
love you have awoken in me. I
am like Cymon in the Boccaccio
story who was a rustic creature un-
til Ephigenia inspired him to become
a marvellous castiglione. I am
your courtier, your court poet,
your love. With your beauty in-
spiring me I know I can do well
and I am sure sure my love helps you.
Despite our intense troubled day
I feel this wonderful confidence
in us with undiminished fervour.
Our love, our art. Oh my dear
Sylvia - how I adore you.
Take care of yourself, my love,
as good care as I wish to be able
take of you.
65792021 - SREM
In the train 20th May 1949Dearest Sylvia,
My love, my rose, I am so unhappy for you. I love you, though, so much and hope you will be able to let me protect you with the great love you have awaken in me. I am like Cymon in the Boccaccio story who was a rustic creature until Ephigenia inspired him to become a marvellous castiglione. I am your courtier, your court poet, your love. With your beauty inspiring me I know I can do well and I am sure my love helps you. Despite our intense troubled day I feel this wonderful confidence in us with undiminished fervour. Our love, our art. Oh my dear Sylvia - how I adore you.
Take good care of yourself, my love, as good care as I wish to be able take of you.
65865445 - tinkapuppy
Dearest Sylvia,My love, my rose. I am so unhappy
for you. I love you, though, so
much and hope you will be able
to let me protect you with the great
love you have awoken in me. I
am like Cymon in the Boccaccio
story who was a rustic creature un-
til Ephigenia inspired him to become
a marvelous castiglione. I am
your courtier, your court poet,
your love. With your beauty in-
spiring me I know I can do well
and I am sure my love helps you.
Despite our intense & troubled day
I feel this wonderful confidence
in us with undiminished fervour.
Our love, our art. Oh my dear
Sylvia - how I adore you.
Take care of yourself, my love,
as good care as I wish to be able
take of you.