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of the Beaux Arts, I am only beging to appreciate it; before I thought I did but now I begin to understand it, Michal Anglo fills my cup just now to a greater extent even than the calm Greeks. The copies of his tombs at the Beaux Arts are splendid. The dawn always impressed me from the first It thrilled me but why I could not understand until lately. It is its great rising rydty especially as seen from the from the feet. It is getting late my boy and you see I am reaching the limit of my four sheets of paper. But I will try and give you one or two more tomorrow; How I wish that I might curl up in your arms [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] in your nice large bed tonight. The rain is pattering on the glass roof and it makes it seem lonely but I will feel snug in my bed and I'll think of you for company.

Please remember me to your aunt.

With love and a kiss,
Dasburg