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Woodstock, June 16th, 10 My dear Dasburg; I can't go to bed without saying goodnight to you and don't feel blue. I trust you do not any more. I wish I could remember that you have great cause for the occasional bitterness that I have chided you for, before I become impatient. Almost all those who have suffered in such a way as you have it. I love you all the more for what has seemed to you a blight on your life & [[strikethrough]] only [[/strikethrough]] do not often allude to it only because I would not bring it to your mind &