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and after all Claire
that is what I love and
admire her for, that
grand strength and
nobility of character.
She is one in a thousand.
My handwriting is
getting worse every letter
are you not ashamed
of me, I have somehow
lost the knack. I write
with your dainty gold
pen, my two chief gifts
from you are so similar
white and gold.

Darling, it often
comes over me, How did
I ever manage to live
without you all these years