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    ords cannot begin to express to you at tter place. I am sorry t I cannot come  Ive not enougrip. So, all my felt grief must be s insufficient letter.

    inter drao a cold and un fair, since you  Nana, and I, near everything.

    Your Son

    ed t only about tance but about my professed literacy, for almost no one in camp boto read or e any longer. Some  learned, and oto forget. e sat in a ring around t I could, not fully compreanding t; do you t?quot; Speck asked ter I had finished.

    quot;ter,quot; Onions said.

    Kivi pus in t. quot;I do not understand  e back to Mart t is noto t;

    quot;Yes,quot; C;per married, and ter.quot;

    quot;ell, I ; added Blomma.

    Into t tion floed poetical fictions about teries of t tters outside our knoing. But til to embers; tled under togetinued te of ters, ts, and tended readers. I  to use t became bitterly cold, and soon all tangle of limbs.  of us , I suddenly remembered t;Merry Cmas!quot; I said, but my greetings broug;S; and quot;Go to sleep.quot; During t  me on t my sore ribs. In a dark corner of tfulness, I ed for morning, tters pinned against my c.

    ted against a blanket of rum t began in brigern edge and fanned out in soft pastels. Brancrees broke to fragments, like a kaleidoscope. tern sed il it all dis-sipated into blue and  of bed, I savored t grorong enouging. I took out my papers and pencil, put a cold flat stone in my lap, and folded tgage statement into quarters. I dre once odd