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67429326 - maid71
67771734 - AnaLuiza
68347566 - not-logged-in-84d8f626888ebe864256
68724960 - JanetCormack
WINNER - 70133726 - Sabine_Tuck
71316929 - k.h.pot
71561813 - wrightj2h

67429326 - maid71

Wimbledon
Monday Morning
[22-10-51]

Dearest Sylvia

I am on my way from visiting Father (who will probably be home late this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the 1st act of the Western for her. It may be a bit too rationalistic as to dialogue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be parts for John, Tony, Sandra, and myself. I think I shall appear briefly in the prologue: I am murdered; the rest of the play shows me being avenged.

Last night at Banstead was very enjoyable with Magda and Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all the time) & a delicious dinner which included asparagus and an Murugan in treatment of beetroot which was 'out-of-this-world'. And pleasant chatter - full of compliments and paradoxes.

I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morning. I hope it is not the Monday at Pett - all washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really though she has been rather silly, - not having her to talk to in between work? I know I should in your place. I would I were with you. Sylvia - I adore, adore you. Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel clumsy, treacherous, wooden houses into our city? Do not let in any wooden doubts, because I love you so much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you and long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intricate, troubled: my night-side trespasses on my day-side. How I miss you.

I love you
Lawrence

67771734 - AnaLuiza

22-10-51
Wimbledon
Monday morning

Dearest Sylvia

I am on my way from visiting father (who will be home later this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the extract of the Western for her. It may be a bit too naturalistic as the dialogue at the moment -but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be parts of John, Tony, Sandra, & myself. I think I shall appear briefly in the prologue as I am murdered; the rest of the play slows me being anergised .

Last night at Banstead was very enjoyable with Magda & Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all the time), & a delicious dinner which included asparagus and a an ? treatment of beetroot which was "out-of-this-world". And several hours of pleasant chatter-full of compliments and paradoxes.

I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morning. I hope it is nor too Monday morningish as Pett-all washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really, ? she has been rater silly, -not having her to talk to in between work? I know I shaved in your place. I moved in there with you. Sylvia,-I adore, adore you. Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel clumsy treacherous wooden homes into our city? Do note let in any wooden ?, because I love you so much. Asence is a bad thing for us but I love you & long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intricate, ? as my night-side trespasses in my day-side. How I miss you.

Love you

Lawrence

68347566 - not-logged-in-84d8f626888ebe864256

[22-10-51] Wimbledon Monday Morning
Dearest Sylvia I am on my way from visiting father (who will probably be home late this week) is lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the 1st act of the Western for her. It may be a bit too naturalistic as to dialogue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be parts for John, Tony, Sandra & myself. I think I shall appear briefly in the prologue = I am murdered; the rest of the play shows me being avenged.
Last night at Banread was very enjoyable with Magda and Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all tea time) & a delicious dinner which included asparagus and Hungarian treatment of beetroot which was 'out-of-this-world.' And several hours of pleasant chatter - full of compliments and paradoxes.
I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morning. I hope it is not too Monday morningish our Pett - all washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really, tho' she has been rather silly, - not having her to talk to in between work? I know I should in your place. I would I were with you. Sylvia - I adore, adore you. Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel clumsy treacherous wooden barres into our city? Do not let in any wooden doubts, because I love you so much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you & long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intricate, troubled: my night side tresspasses on my day side. How I miss you.
I love you
Lawrence

68724960 - JanetCormack

Wimbledon Monday morning [22.10.51]
Dearest Sylvia
I am on my way from visiting my Father (who will probably be home late this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the 1st act of the Western for her. It may be a bit too rationalistic as to dialogue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be parts for John, Tony, Sandra, & myself. I think I shall appear briefly in the prologue: I am murdered; the rest of the play shows me being avenged.
Last night at Banstead was very enjoyable with Magda & Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all the time) & a delicious dinner which included asparagus and an Murgarian treatment of beetroot this was 'out-of-this-world'. And several hours of pleasant chatter - full of compliments and paradoxes.
I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morning. I hope it is not too Monday-morningish at Pett - all washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really, tho' she been rather silly, - not having her to talk to in between work? I know I should in your place. I would I were with you. Sylvia, I adore, adore you. Do you love me> Does the time we are apart whell clumsy treacherous wooden horses into our city? Do not let in any wooden doubts, because I love you so much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you & long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intrusive, troubled: my night-side trespasses on my day-side. How I miss you
I love you
Lawrence

WINNER - 70133726 - Sabine_Tuck

Wimbledon Monday morning [22-10-51]

Dearest Sylvia

I am on my way from visiting Father (who will probably be home late
this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the 1st act
of the Western for her. IC may be a bit too naturalistic as to dia-
logue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be
parts for John, Tony, Sandra, & myself. I think I shall appear briefly
in the prologue: I am murdered; the rest of the play shows me
being avenged.

Last night at Banstead was very enjoyable with Magda &
Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all the time), &
a delicious dinner which included asparagus and an -
ian treatment of beetroot which was 'out-of-this-world.' And
several hours of pleasant chatter - full of compliments and para-
doxes.

I wonder how you are, my dearest love. IC is Monday morn-
ing. I hope it is not too Monday morningish at Pett - all
washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really,
tho' she has been rather silly, - not having her to talk to
in between work? I know I should in your place. I
would I were with you. Sylvia - I adore, adore you.
Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel
clumsy treacherous wooden horses into our city? Do
not let in any woodedn doubts, because I love you so
much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you &
long to be re-united with you. My dream are intri-
cate, troubled: my night-side trespasses on my day-side.
How I miss you.

I love you
Lawrence

71316929 - k.h.pot

[22-10-52]
Wimbledon
Monday morning
Dearest Sylvia
I am on my way from writing Father (he will probably be home late
this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the start
of a Western for her. It may be a bit too naturalistic as to dia-
logue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be
parts for John, Tony, Sandra, & myself. I think I shall appear briefly
in the prologue: I am murdered; the rest of the play shows me
being avenged.
Last night at Banstead was very enjoyable with Magda &
Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all the lime) &
a delicious dinner which included asparagus and an Hungar-
ian treatment of beetroot which was 'out-of-this-world'. And
several hours of pleasant chatter - full of complements and para-
doxes.
I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morn-
ing. I hope it is not too Monday morningish at Pett - all
washing, duties, chores. Do you now miss Tiny, really,
tho' she has been rather silly - not having her to talk to
in between work? I know I should in your place. I
wanted I were with you. Sylvia - I adore, adore you.
Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel
clumsy treacherous wooden horses into our city? do
not let in any wooden doubts, because I love you so
much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you &
long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intri-
cate, troubled: my night-side trespasses on my day-side.
How I miss you.
I love you
Lawrence

71561813 - wrightj2h

22.10.52
Windlodge
Monday Morning
Dearest Sylvia
I am on my way from visiting Father (who will probably be home late this week) to lunching with Madeleine. I have drafted the 1st act of the Werther for her. It may be a bit too naturalistic as to dialogue at the moment - but we'll see. There must, she tells me, be parts for John, Tony, Sandra & myself. I think I shall appear briefly in the prologue - I am murdered, the rest of the play shows me being emerged.
Last night at Bounstead was very enjoyable with Magda & Frank. Admirable tea, splendid drinks (but all cclewis) & a delicious dinner which welindel asparagus and a Mongolian treatment of beetroot which was out-of-this-world. And several hours of pleasant chatter - full of compliments and paradoxes.
I wonder how you are, my dearest love. It is Monday morning. I hope it is not too Monday morningist at Pett - all washing, duties, chores. Do you not miss Tiny, really, tho' she has been rather silly - not having her to talk to in between work? I know I should in your place. I would I were with you. Sylvia - I adore, adore you. Do you love me? Does the time we are apart wheel clumsy treacherous wooden horses into our city? Do not let in any wooden doubts, because I love you so much. Absence is a bad thing for us but I love you & long to be re-united with you. My dreams are intricate, troubled; my night-side companion on my day-side. How I miss you.
I love you
Lawrence

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