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sick for you that evening.
I hope you will rent your studio and go to Italy so that you may come home in the middle of Summer as you say.
Only I conjure you not to raise our expectations & then delay and disappoint them. I will not let myself think about your return if I can help it - but it is so pleasant to do so that I find I often go to sleep dreaming of it.
Is not the "golden heather" that you speak of, the ever blooming gorse? I never knew heather to be golden, but purple.
Well, it is high Summer here, and I wish I could draw you a picture of

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the Johnson Family buried in the back woods of Florida.
The entrance to the St. Johns River is made between to wrecks thrown on either jetty in bad weather. It is a very wide and shallow stream but for the channel, with white sand banks, low and covered with pine &c. and here & there palmettos, while in some places there are sedgy flats.
We took on a pilot, of course as it is a circuitous sail/steam of three hours up to Jacksonville.