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Paris March 22 1910.

Dear Grace,

I am not in much of a letter writing mood this morning but still I'm going to write you a short letter and one to my mother.

Yesterday I went out for the first time in a week. It was a glorious day of sunshine, all beings and things seemed to drink deep of it with an intense joy. I sat in the Luxembourg garden nearly all afternoon and watched the children play and people walk by. I thought about the growth of trees and gravity, life seemed profound, and the conciousness [[consciousness]] of its beauty made me feel blessed to be alive.

At the end of this week I have diceded [[decided]] to go to the country. I think it will be to St. Guenolé [[St. Guénolé]]. The sand dunes and the larks are in my memory, the warm sunshine will do me lots of good and so 

Transcription Notes:
I have decided to go to the country. The second 'to' is missing from the transcription. I have added it in.