gri_2003_m_46_b04_f10_014
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Transcribers
- 66734940 - Preacher357
- WINNER - 66938220 - SusanMorley53425
- 67967697 - dixiechicken
- 68234478 - JanetCormack
- 68302733 - tmeconverse
- 69061115 - mar15ted
66734940 - Preacher357
11 OCTOBER 1951 BlackheathDearest Sylvia
My cold is getting better, I think. I had a very good nights' sleep and I
shall go not a step beyond the pillar-box today so I ought to be fit for
Haverhill tomorrow. Dandy muffled up posting his letters:
This is his
brown over-
coat as an
undershirt.
High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow in the window-bars on my page
as I write - ground level however is blurred with mist. Such weather I also
found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it seems during the morning you
may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behind hard with the news
and you have managed to complete it.
I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is desperate to see you again. Lion
is in love. You are always on my mind. I take your locket with me when
I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is.
Lion in Cambridge - about
to retire - your locket
to hand.
It glows when I hold it in the sun. It is my symbol of you, dearest love.
Further than mist's rogue cage
Past time tables of the season
the village is a locket:
I love faces of distances
Between your head and my mouth.
WINNER - 66938220 - SusanMorley53425
Blackheath 11 OCTOBER 1951Dearest Sylvia
My cold is getting better, I think. I had a very good night's sleep and I
shall go not a step beyond the pillar-box today so I ought to be fit for
Haverhill tomorrow. Dandy muffled up posting his letters:
That is his brown over-
coat as an underskirt
High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow of the window-boxes on my page
as I write - ground level however is blurred with mist. Such weather I also
found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it clears during the morning you
may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behind hand with the news
and you have managed to complete it.
I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is desperate to see you again . lion
is in love. You are always in my mind. I take your locket with me when
I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is.
lion in Cambridge - about
to retire - your locket
to hand.
It glows when I hold it to the sun. It is my symbol of you, dearest love.
Further than mist's vague cage
Past time tables of the season
the village is a locket:
Have faces of distance
Between your head and my mouth.
67967697 - dixiechicken
Blackheath11th October 1951
Dearest Sylvia,
My cold is getting better, I think. I had a very good night's sleep and I shall go not a step beyond the pillar-box today so I ought to be fit for Harehill tomorrow. Dany muffled up posting his letters:
That is his brown overcoat as an ardenalist.
High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow of the window-bars on my page as I write - ground level bowery is blurred with mist. Such weather I also found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it clears during the morning you may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behind hand with the news and you have managed to complete it.
I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is despersate to see you again. Lion is in love. You are always on my mind. I take your locket with me when I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is.
Lion in Cambridge - about to retire - your locket to hand.
It glows when I hold it in the sun. It is my symbol of you, dearest love.
Smitten than mists' rogue cage
Past time tables of the season
the village is a locket:
I have faces of distances
Between your head and my mouth.
68234478 - JanetCormack
Blackheath 11 October 1951Dearest Sylvia
My cold is getting better, I think. I have a very good night's sleep and I shall not go a step beyond the pillar-box today so I ought to be fit for Hareshill tomorrow. Dandy muffled up posting his letters:
This is brown overcoat as an underskirt
High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow of the window-bars on my page as I write - ground level however is blurred with mist. Such weather I also found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it clears during the morning you may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behindhand with the news and you managed to finish it.
I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is desperate to see you again. Lion is in love. You are always in my mind. I take your locket with me when I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is.
Lion in Cambridge - about to retire - your locket to hand.
It glows when I hold it to the sun. It is my symbol of you, dearest love.
Further than mist's vague cage
Past time tables of the season
the village is a locket:
Glass faces of distance
Between your head and my mouth.
68302733 - tmeconverse
Blackheath 11 October 1951Dearest Sylvia
My cold is getting better, I think. I had a very good night's sleep and I shall go not a step beyond the pillar-box today so I aught to be fit for Haverhill tomorrow. Dandy muffled up posting his letters:
This is his brown overcoat as an undershirt.
High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow of the window-bars on my robe as I write: ground level however is blurred with mist. Such weather I also found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it clears during the morning you may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behind hand with the news and you have managed to complete it.
I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is desperate to see you again. Lion is in love. You are always in my mind. I take your locket with me when I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is.
Lion in Cambridge - about to retire - your locket to hand.
It glows when I hold it to the sun. It is my symbol of you, dearest love.
Further than mists' rogue cage
Past time tables of the season
the village is a locket:
Glass faces of distances
Between your head and my mouth.
69061115 - mar15ted
Blackheath 11 OCTOBER 1951 Dearest Sylvia My cold is getting better, I think. I had a very good night's sleep and I shall go not a step beyond the pillar-box today so I ought to be fit for Haverhill tomorrow. Dandy muffled up posting his letters: [Drawing] this is his brown overcoat as an undershirt. High up the sun is bright and throws the shadow of the window-bars on my page as I write - ground level however is blurred with mist. Such weather I also found at Cambridge so it may be general. As it clears during the morning you may be able to finish your picture. Or perhaps I am behind hand with the news and you have managed to complete it. I hope that we meet soon. Poor lion is desperate to see you again. Lion is in love. You are always in my mind. I take your locket with me when I am on my travels - what a sweet, precious token it is. Lion in Cambridge - about to retire - your locket to hand. [Drawing] It glows when I hold it to the sun. (C is my symbol of you, dearest love. Further than mists' vague cage Past time tables of the season the village is a locket: I paces of distance between your head and my mouth.