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  1. 68997747 - Preacher357
  2. 69175593 - Zooniverse2017
  3. 69623899 - neko
  4. 69682588 - jesseytucker
  5. 70037605 - GemzFaye
  6. WINNER - 70971561 - ZeynepY

68997747 - Preacher357

Dearest Sylvia,
I miss you so much. I feel depressed without you here
for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lectur-
ing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too.
In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri
novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would con-
sole me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded
by the illusion or our reality. Fiction cannot really make
up what one misses. Art as make-believe is no antidone to
the fact of missing you.

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, and impressed,
that your two nudes fit the frames. Congratulations:
what an eye you have so nearly. Obviously, do not measure your frames
in future. Feline intuition cannot be surpassed for accuracy.

Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is
as irresponsible with her gloom as she considers I am in the
other direction. I place her in the landscape round the Rect-
ory, the garden that is: dead gold-fish, 'two little marrows',
expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slight-
ly battered state though I feel certain that much will survive
even this drought: it always does.

Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people): Rodin,
Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last
part, enjoyed it, and gave me some tea. She enquired after you
and hoped that you would soon spend more time in town. My
extra lecture on 20's masterpieces, is on 11th August. Tomorrow's lecture is on
Ward and his Contemperaries: nobody came to it when it was
called Regency Painters; nor when I called it Romanic Paint-
ers. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any dif-
erence....

Monica game me the Penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's
article): it contains some very interesting works in addition
to those we have seen already. (This is to say, she gave it to
me from the bookstore stock when I demanded it).

How are you sleeping? I am not sleeping too badly but I wake
very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure
you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj.

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Man, as soon as it is
revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.

I adore you, Sylvia, I love love love you. I think of you
all the time.
I love you
Lawrence

69175593 - Zooniverse2017

Blackheath
30th July

Dearest Sylvia,

I miss you so much. I feel depressed without you here
for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lectur-
ing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too.
In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri
novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would con-
sole me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded
by the illusion of our reality. Fiction cannot really make
up what one misses. Art as make-believe is no antidote to
the fact of missing you.

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, an impressed,
that your two nudes so nearly fit the frames. Congratulations:
what an eye you have. Obviously, do not measure your frames
in future. Feline intuition cannot be suppressed for accuracy.

Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is
as irresponsible with her gleem as she considers I am in the
other direction. I place her in the landscape round the Reet-
ory the garden that is: dead gold-fish, two little marrows',
expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slight-
ly battered state though I feel certain that much will survive
even this drought: it always does.

Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people). Rodin,
Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last
part, enjoyed it, and gave me tea. She enquired after you
and hoped that you would soon spend more time in town. My
extra lecture on 20s masterpieces is on
11th August. Tomorrow's lecture is on Ward and his Contemporaries: nobody came to it when it was
called Regeney Painters; nor when I called it Romantic Paint-
ers. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any dif-
ference...

Monica gave me the Penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's
article): it contains some very interesting works in addition
to those we have seen already. (That is to say, she gave it
to me from the bookstore stock when I demanded it.)

How are you sleeping? I am not sleeping too badly but I wake
very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure
you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj.

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Man as soon as it is
revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.

I adore you, Sylvia, I love love love you. I think of you
all the time.

Love you
Lawrence

69623899 - neko

Blackheath
30th July
Dearest Sylvia,
I miss you so much. I feel depressed without you here
for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lectur-
ing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too.
In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri
novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would con-
sole me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded
by the illusion of our reality. Fiction cannot really make
up what one misses. Art as make-believe is no antidote to
the fact of missing you.
Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, and impressed,
that your two nudes so nearly fit the frames. Congratulations:
what an eye you have. Obviously, do not measure your frames
in future. Feline intuition cannot be surpassed for accuracy.
Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is
as irresponsible with her gloom as she considers I am in the
other direction. I place her in the landscape round the Rect-
ory, the garden that is: dead gold-fish, 'two little marrows',
expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slight-
ly battered state though I feel certain that much will survive
even this drought: it always does.
Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people): Rodin,
Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last
part, enjoyed it, and gave me tea. She enquired after you
and hoped that you would soon spend more time in town. My
extra lecture on 20c. masterpieces is on 11th august. Tomorrow's lecture is on
Ward and his Contemporaries: nobody came to it when it was
called Regency Painters; nor when I called it Romantic Paint-
ers. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any dif-
ference...
Monica gave me the penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's
article): it contains some very interesting works in addition
to those we have sen already. (That is to say, she gave it to
me from the bookstore stick when I demanded it.)
How are you sleeping? I am not sleeping too badly but I wake
very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure
you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj.

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Men as soon as it is
revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.
I adore you, Sylvia, I love love love you. I think of you
all the time.
I love you
Lawrence

69682588 - jesseytucker

Blackheath
30th July

Dearest Sylvia,

I miss you so much. I feel depressed without you here
for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lectur-
ing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too.
In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri
novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would con-
sole me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded
by the illusion of our reality. Fiction cannot really make
up what one misses. Art as make-believe is no antidote to
the fact of missing you.

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, and impressed,
tat your two nudes fit the frames. Congratulations:
whatt an eye you have. Obviously, do not measure your frames
in future. Feline intuition cannot be surpassed for accuracy.

Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is
as irresponsible with her gloom as she considers I am in the
oter direction. I place her in the landscape round the Rect-
ory, the garden that is: dead gold-fish, 'two little marrows',
expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slight-
ly battered state though I feel certain the much will survive
even this drought: it always does.

Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people): Rodin,
Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last
part, enjoyed it, and gave me tea. Se enquired after you
and hoped that you would soon spend more time in town. My
extra lecture is on 11th August. Tomorrow's lecture is on
Ward nd his Contemporaries: nobody cams to it when it was
called Regenc Painters; nor when I called it Romantic Paint-
ers. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any dif-
ference...

Monica gave me the Penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's
article): it contains some very interesting works in addition
to those we have seen already. (Tht is to say, she gave it to
me from the bookstore stock when I demanded it.)

How are you sleeping? I am not lseeping too badly but I was
very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure
you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj.

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Man as soon as it is
revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.

70037605 - GemzFaye

Blackheath
30th July

Dearest Sylvia,

I miss you so much. I feel depressed without here
for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lectur-
ing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too.
In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri
novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would con-
sole me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded
bu the illusion of our reality. Fiction cannot really make
up what one misses. Art as make - believe is no antidote to
the fact of missing you.

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, and impressed,
that your two nudes so nearly fit the frames. Congratulations:
what an eye you have. Obviously, do not measure your frames
in future. Feline intuition cannot be surpassed for accuracy.

Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is
as irresponsible with her gloom as she considers I am in the
other direction. I place her in the landscape round the Rect-
ory, the garden that is: dead gold-fish, 'two little marrows;
expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slight-
ly battered state though I feel certain that much will survive
even this drought: it always does.

Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people): Rodin,
Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last
part, enjoyed it and gave me tea. She enquired after you
and hope that you would soon spend more time in town. My
extra lecture (on 20c. masterpieces), is on 11th August. Tomorrow's lecture is on
Ward and his Contemporaries: nobody came to it when it was
called Regency Painters: nor when I called it Romantic Paint-
ers. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any dif-
ference...

Monica gave the Penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's
article): it contains soome very interesting works in addition
to those we have seen already. (That is to say, she gave it to
me from the bookstore stock. (When I demanded it)

How are you sleeping? I am not sleeping too badly but I wake
very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure
you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Man as soon as it is
revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.

I adore you, Sylvia, I love love love you. I think of you
all the time.

Love you
Laurence

WINNER - 70971561 - ZeynepY

Blackheath
30th July

Dearest Sylvia,

I miss you so much. I feel depressed without you here for I love you so much. My actions, awake, in bed, lecturing, suffer from incompleteness because you are not there too. In an effort to quell my loneliness I read the second Cheri novel, hoping that the vividly living characters would console me: perhaps they did a little but I kept being reminded by the illusion of our reality. Fiction cannot really make up what one misses. Art as make-believe is no antidote to the fact of missing you.

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted, and impressed, that your two nudes so nearly fit the frames. Congratulations: what an eye you have. Obviously, do not measure your frames in future. Feline intuition cannot be surpassed for accuracy.

Oh you poor creature, bothered by Tiny. I consider she is as irresponsible with her gloom as she considers I am in the other direction. I place her in the landscape round the Rectory, the garden that is: dead gold-fish, 'two little marrows', expiring French beans. I am sorry the garden is in this slightly battered state though I feel certain that much will survive even this drought: it always does.

Yesterday's lecture was well-attended (30 people): Rodin, Despiau, Bourdelle, and Dalou. Madeleine came to the last part, enjoyed it, and gave me tea. She enquired after you and hoped that you would soon spend more time in town. My extra lecture on 20 c. masterpieces is on 11th August. Tomorrow's lecture is on Ward and his Contemporaries: nobody came to it when it was called Regency Painters; nor when I called it Romantic Painters. It'll be amusing to see if the new name makes any difference...

Monica gave me the Penguin book on Hopper (you remember Tyler's article): it contains some very interesting works in addition to those we have seen already. (That is to say, she gave it to me from the bookstore stock when I demanded it).

How are you sleeping? I am not sleeping too badly but I wake very early. I am glad you may go to Canterbury: I feel sure you will enjoy the Cathedral again, despite Mjj.

I will send you The Murderer and the Ad-Man as soon as it is revised and various other shorter poems I am working on.

I adore you, Sylvia, I love love love you. I think of you all the time.

I love you
Lawrence

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