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149 Redondo Beach, July 10, 1919. My Dear-
It seems next to impossible for me to write to you since your last letter of June 8th. I have thought millions of answers to write you and yet I dare not put down any of them on paper. At present I am trying to school myself into an unquestioning stolidity until you can come to me and explain what you meant. My trip to New York is of course
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off so I am taking my furlough now. I know you will be relieved to hear that that bubble has bursted.
I started on my furlough the first of the month, instead of waiting until August as I had planned. I came down on the boat, spent a few days with Florence out at Claremont and have been here with the folks the rest of the time. I am already very anxious to get back to the hospital and wish I had only taken 2 weeks. But I decided I might not have another vacation for some time and might as well take all that is coming to me. I plan now to stay at Letterman - Miss Neil tells me I can stay there permanently if I choose - until I have another job to step into, which I hope will be about September 1st. Work is certainly life to me. I feel as if I had been transferred
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to another world where I merely existed drearily thru the days. How have the mass of women dragged thru life harnessed up entirely to domestic drudgery? Thank the Lord I was born in this century and not the last.
I will be home (S.F.) the 21st of July, if not before.
Good [deleted]evening[deleted] bye, [Wynne?]
Edna
