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Paris Feb. 28th 1910

My dear Grace, 

I have been writing a lot of postals tonight and finish a letter to Wheelock that I started earlier in the day. I felt like writing to her and I did it in a very short time. Think I will write to people after this when I feel very much like doing so even if I have to give up something else. I find that it is much easier to do it that way than to do so when your conscience tells you that you have been procrastinating.

This has been another wet cold dark rainy Paris winter day. It is pouring cats and dogs now and there is a leak near me where I'm writing, the steady monotonous drop, drop, drop which if I listen too makes me feel a little the way the sawmill affected you. Your nice long letter came last Thurs. I had been waiting for one from you for almost two weeks. I thought that perhaps