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Hilo

Christmas eve. 1940. I was very happy. I was alone, [[strikethrough]] un [[/strikethrough]] known by no one. I walked the streets along the way, and crossed a park to the water's edge. It was cold, windy, and rainy. What gladness! I sang to myself, and knew for once how much I love to be alone. Great visions come to me, of the worlds I could paint and write about and live in. 

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