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Dinsmore, April 23rd 1910 Dear Dasburg; I woke suddenly before sunrise, dreaming that we were under the Live-Oaks on the clean brown leaves, and I had you in my arms and was lying upon you— not in passion, but in love— and we were conversing as I have always longed to do and yet we seldom if ever do so when we have the opportunity. I have been thinking a good deal of many things