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May 25th /62
I love you dearest Henrietta and long to embrace
you and press your dear lips again.
If I was well nothing could keep me away
from you. John and Sam love you dearly
These white roses are for your dear self.
This my dearest is from yout fond mother
who always thinks of her absent daughter.
C A Webb
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