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  1. 66547699 - Preacher357
  2. 67660292 - dixiechicken
  3. WINNER - 68004317 - hoskinml
  4. 68289452 - jesseytucker
  5. 68318008 - xuelee
  6. 68438941 - OldWoodchuck

66547699 - Preacher357

Formal portrait
of Dandy

7 ix 1951 Dearest dearest Sylvia,

I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sound-
ed so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry
you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you
are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I
am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much
to live with you, live with you all the time. Please do not
be afraid of depending on my - I am glad that you should, for
I depend on you and adore you. You say 'love me if you can':
oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop
loving you - I never have stopped. I love you.

The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at
the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's
concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does with M's
departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am cer-
tain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary the Woods
love you very much, as you know really. You are not really
insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a family
are roused in you but in fact you have the Woods as well as me.
(This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after
you: You are not forgotten by Magda, Madeleine, Paul, John.
They all feel warmly towards you.)

You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical real-
ness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look
tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything
that I want to live for, my love.

Desiree seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not
have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Hen-
ley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent
sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hope
that, even if she spends a fair amount of time at Pett, you
may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead.
(Perhaps you can discreetly give Desiree my kind regards, or
something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)

All this fuss so that Mrs Mountain can go home and die makes
me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an ele-
phant. By the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little
bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would
like it. Lion thinks it amusing. 'Tiny elephants in a state
of exhaustion leaning against petro pumps'.

What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds
to me that it is progressing well, even though you were so sad
one day when at work. Do not be sad, my dearest love. I
adore you and will make you laugh when we meet next, I promise.

This address in Cambridge is where I'll be one of two nights:
c/o Mr Patrick Thoms.
The Bell Rouse.
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The Post Of-
fice could probably say.)

I love you I love you
Lawrence
P.S. I promise tomorrow. I'll write from there. I love you.
L.

67660292 - dixiechicken

Formal portrait of Dandy

7th September 1951

Dearest dearest Sylvia,
I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sounded so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much to live with you, live with you all the time. Please do not be afraid of depending on me - I am glad that you should, for I depend on you and adore you. You say 'love me if you can': oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop loving you - I never have stopped. I love you.

The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does with M's departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am certain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary the Woods love you very much, as you know really. You are not really insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a family are roused in you but in fact you have the Woods as well as me. (This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after you: you are not forgotten by Magda, Madeleine, Paul, John. They all feel warmly towards you.)

You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical realness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything that I want to live for, my love.

Desiree seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Henley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hop that, even if she spends a fair amount of time at Pett, you may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead. (Perhaps you could discreetly give Desiree my kind regards, or something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)

All this fuss so that Mrs Mountain can go home and die makes me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an elephant. By the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would like it. Lion thinks it amusing. 'Tiny elephants in a state of exhaustion leaning against petrol pumps'.

What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds to me that it is progressively well, even though you were so sad one day when at work. Do not be sad my dearest love. I adore you and will make you laugh when we meet next, I promise.

This address in Cambridge is where I'll be one or two nights:
c/o Mr Patrick Thoms,
The Bell House,
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The Post Office could probably say.)

I love you, I love you, Lawrence
P.S.
Ipswich tomorrow. I'll write from there. I love you.
L.

WINNER - 68004317 - hoskinml

formal portrait of Dandy
7 ix 1951
Dearest dearest Sylvia,
I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sound-ed so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much to live with you, live with you all the time. Please do not be afraid of depending on me - I am glad that you should, for I depend on you and adore you. You say 'love me if you can': oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop loving you - I never have stopped. I love you.
The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does with M's departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am cer-tain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary the Woods love you very much, as you know really. You are not really insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a family are roused in you but in fact you have the Woods as well as me. (This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after you: you are not forgotten by Magda, Madelaine, Paul, John. They all feel warmly towards you.)
You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical real-ness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything that I want to live for, my love.
Desiree seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Hen-ley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hope that, even if she spends a fair amount of time at Pett, you may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead. (Perhaps you can discreetly give Desiree my kind regards, or something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)
All this fuss so that Mrs Mountain can go home and die makes me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an ele-phant. By the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would like it. Lion thinks it amusing. 'Tiny elephants in a state of exhaustion leaning against petrol pumps'.
What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds to me that it is progressing well, even though you were so sad one day when at work. Do not be sad, my dearest love. I adore you and will make you laugh when we meet next, I promise.
This address in Cambridge is where I'll be one or two nights:
c/o Mr Patrick Thoms,
The Bell House,
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The Post Of-fice could probably say.)
I love you I love you
Lawrence
P.S. Ipswich tomorrow. I'll write from there. I love you.
L.

68289452 - jesseytucker

found portrait of Dandy

7 ix 1951

Dearest dearest Sylvia,

I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sound-
ed so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry
you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you
are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I
am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much
to live with you, live with you all the time. Please do not
be afraid of depending on me--I am glad that you should, for
I depend on you and adore you. You say 'love me if you can':
oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop
loving you--I never have stopped. I love you.

The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at
the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's
concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does iwth M's
departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am cer-
tain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary the Woods
love you very much, as you know really. You are not really
insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a faily
are roused in you but in fact you have the woods as well as me.
(This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after
you: you are not forgotten by Magda, Madeleine, Paul, John.
They all feel warmly towards you.)

You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical real-
ness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look
tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything
that I want to live for, my love.

Desiree seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not
have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Hen-
ley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent
sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hope
that, even if she spends a fair amount of time at Pett, you
may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead.
(Perhaps you can discreetly give Desiree my kind regards, or
something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)

All this fuss so that Mrs. Mountain can go home and die makes
me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an ele-
phant. by the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little
bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would
like it. Lion thinks it amusing! 'Tiny elephants in a state
of exhaustion leaning against petrol pumps'.

What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds
to me that it is progressly well, even though you were so sad
one day when at work. Do not be sad, my dearest love. I
adore you and will make you laught when we meet next, I promise.

This address in Cambridge is where I"ll be one or two nights:
c/o Mr. Patrick Thoms,
The Bell House,
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The Post Of-
fice could probably say.)
I love you I love you
Lawrence
P.S. Ipswich tomorrow. I'll write from there. I love you.
L.

68318008 - xuelee

formal portrait of Dandy

7 ix 1951
Dearest, dearest Sylvia,
I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sound-ed so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much to live with you , live with you all the time. Please do not be afraid of depending on me - I am glad that you should, for I depend on you and adore you. You say "love me if you can": oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop loving you - I never have stopped. I love you.
The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does with M's departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am cer-tain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary the Woods love you very much, as you know really. You are not really insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a family are roused in you but in fact you have the Woods as well as me. (This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after you: you are not forgotten by Magda, Madeline, Paul, John. They all feel warmly towards you.)
You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical real-ness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything that I want to live for, my love.
Desir'ee seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Hen-ley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hope that, even if she spends a fair amount of the time in Pett, you may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead. (Perhaps you can discreetly give Desir'ee my kind regards, or something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)
All this fuss so that Mrs Mountain can go home and die makes me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an ele-phant. By the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would like it. Lion thinks it amusing: "Tiny elephants in a state of exhaustion leaning against petrol pumps".
What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds to me that it is progressly well, even though you were so sad one day when at work. Do not be sad, my dearest love. I adore you and will make you laugh when we meet next, I promise.
This address in Cambridge is wher I'll be one or two nights:
c/o Mr Patrik Thoms,
The Bell House,
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The post Of-fice could probably say.)
I love you I love you
Lawrence

68438941 - OldWoodchuck

Journal portrait of Dandy

7 ix 1951

Dearest dearest Sylvia.
I sent you a telegram yesterday because your letter sounded so unhappy. I wondered if the yellow envelope would worry you but in this case I thought it might remind you that you are not forgotten by me: it is only very reluctantly that I am away from you for any time at all. I want, I want so much to live with you, live with you all the time. Please do not be afraid of depending on me - I am glad that you should, for I depend on you and adore you. You say 'love me if you can': oh darling how can I do anything else. I could not stop loving you - never have stopped. I love you.

The Woods are behaving very foolishly and thoughtlessly at the moment but you must try and see it with detachment: Tiny's concentration on the Mountains, coming as it does with M's departure, worries you more than it otherwise would, I am certain. Despite occasional patches to the contrary, the Woods love you very much, as you know really. You are not really insecure. Memories of being insecure and without a family are roused in you but in fact you have the Woods as well as me. (This is not the same as a family but friends have asked after you: you are not forgotten by Magda, Madeleine, Paul and John. They all feel warmly towards you.)

You are so precious to me that I feel with a physical realness your unhappiness. I need you so much and long to look tenderly after my cat, my beauty, my muse. You are everything that I want to live for my love.

Desiree seems to be flowering, I am glad. Carol will not have such a bad time after all, it seems: the Whiloms at Henley will not be strange to her. The other female adolescent sounds less and less attractive the more I hear: I do hope that, even if she spends a fair amount of time at Pett, you may be with me much of the time at Blackheath, instead. (Perhaps you can discreetly give Desiree my kind regards, or something of that sort, for I do wish her well.)

All this fuss so that Mrs Mountain can go home and die makes me believe that (as I suspected from her name) she is an elephant. By the way, McHale wrote an image (amended a little bit by Paul) which you can tell Trumpet if you think she would like it. Lion thinks it amusing. 'Tiny elephants in a state of exhaustion leaning against petrol pumps'.

What good news about the Cricket Field: it certainly sounds to me that it is progressing well, even though you were so sad one day when at work. Do not be sad, my dearest love. I adore you and will make you laugh when we meet next, I promise.

This addressin Cambridge is where I'll be one or two nights:
c/o Mr Patrick Thoms,
The Bell House,
Little Wilbraham.
(I don't know the county. Can you look it up? The Post Office could probably say.)

I love you I love you
Lawrence

P.S. Ipswich tomorrow. I'll write from there. I love you. L.

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