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Dec. 6th 1910

Dear Dasburg;

  Last night when I emerged from the modeling room the streets were beautiful with a starflaked snow that glistened in the lights which shown through the falling veil.

  When I awoke before dawn the foghorn was sounding as it did in my childhood, (what James calls "the big cow"),