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Sunday Aug 25 My dear Mother - Robert is going to arrive next Sunday. So on this Sunday morning I am happy at the thought of seeing once more a brother. It is a great happiness. I am writing this letter in my big studio window. The day is hot, but a cool breeze is blowing thro' the studio and my beard. It is a fine feeling to own a studio in the art center of the world and to be a part of the life here. At present my studio reminds me of an empty factory. It looks as though there had been a strike. The proprietor is looking forward for orders. He is going to blow his competitors out of business, not with dynimite [[dynamite]] but superior work.