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Saint [[Gunili?]] Sat. night in bed. 1910

My dear girl,
Your loneliness makes me wish that I had wings so that I could fly to you and comfort you in it. But as that cannot be, let my wish take the place in a measure of absence from you. Your looked for letter arrived this afternoon. It was longer than anything I expected; knowing how writing effects you, it [[?]] was doubly appreciated by me. I am sorry that you has as much trouble as you did, and that the noise is getting on your nerves: try and keep out of it as much as possible, am sure you will without my suggesting it. 

It is nice that Lucius wants to work with you; if you are in favor of it I would suggest that you invite her as a half day by yourself is enough; to be alone all day would not be very pleasant for you. If paying a share on the studio will make her feel more comfortable, why let her pay a third or fourth of the rent. 

This afternoon the surf was higher than I have seen it before. One of the men told me the time to see it is in February; he said the water comes over the highest rocks (at the place where they fish) and sends the spray fifty feet above them; Made three small sketches this afternoon, they are all pretty good. On my way home to get some more boards the wind was blowing so hard that one moment it made me stand still and another almost knocked me down, it blew the sand in my face so hard that it felt like pin pricks. When I got to the hotel it started to rain, for about fifteen minutes drove it in sheets across the fields. I swear it almost turned the rays from the lighthouse in another direction so strong was the forced it (in my imagination). From the [[?]], here  I see clouds hurrying across. the on and [[?]] the surf booming on the rocks, and the wind blowing thru his fingers. 

My candle is going out so goodnight my girl I would that you were here with me. For every word that I wrote I have to dip this pen less times dam it. 

Sunday morning
Have just finish my breakfast. The wind is still blowing but there are not many clouds in the sky, the sun is shining and seems to promise a fair day. I shall go out for a walk with my sketch box and paint if anything enthuses me. 

Dont feel blue my [[?]], think that every is for the best even if things do look unkind for a time. I hope to be with you a week from next Tuesday night. 

With a kiss and lots of love from, Das.