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8 Union Street Schenectady, N.Y. July 6, 1924. Dear Willie: Hear the cry of a soul in distress! and write me a line about the Shoals. Write me about the red rocks - the white rocks - the brown rocks - the waves - the color of the sea. I'm not joking now Willie - honestly I'm not. I want to hear. Because I have just appreciated that sad fact, that the loneliest place in the world is in a big city full of people that you don't know. The let-down from Star Island to Schenectady has been a little