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green pastures. I'll call it the lady; her lords stand [[strikethrough]] as if an [[/strikethrough]] across the river as if gaurding [[guarding]] her. In all the vineyards there are group of people at work, some wave to us as we go by, one can see their tanned faces high up on the slopes amongst the cool green grape leaves. I had decided this morning that if it rained I would go from Treves to Bruxells. I found the sky overcast, but at the hotel they told me that it would clear up latter in the morning. It seems to be doing so now. I would like to go to Bruxells and will do so from Coblentz tomorrow if it is not to expensive. Are now approaching Bernkastel-Cues. The ruins of the old Burgoise high up on a promentory overlooking the river. Am sending you a picture of it taken from above, on another postal. Yesterday morning I went to my mother birth place where I lived with her until I was about five

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