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It is good to end the volume on my beloved Dolores' birthday - true all day it has rained, but the light alone has its own way of brightening up. To continue where I left off may be the stress that next volume must resolve; however,
this much is certain: a new cadence must be heard as complement to this. The garden I've wandered thru has I hope left some fragrance of itself in my words - the light falling by degrees until all is shadows till retained by the memory
(it's revivifies) and the eyes rapt over love stare only at the sky's clearest blue.

Courtsey of The Fales Library, Special Collections, New York University

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