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perhaps, that we might become three.

I would roll you in the snow, and kiss you untill we could hardly bear it, and in the cold air the touch of our breasts would burn like a cordial.

We should feel the life in each outher and the strong yearning that is almost pain, and we should embrace and be satisfied, and quit before we were weary.

And return to food and fire when the sky is black & the stars flash out almost as bright as the lights below, and the bushes touch me on the cheek by the west window of the room where so many of us were born, saying "Look, look! Sky, sky!"

Now it is twilight- and I love you.

If my affection is mingled just now with a purely physical desire, it is not always so.

And I will write as I feel since you have said you hoped I thought of you in passion-

Do you sometimes think of?

I wish my letter could be an embrace- so close. 

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