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I find myself wilting & dying & never caring about more sculpture. I realize now (now that I find I can get along fine with the KNOLLS) - I cannot get along with you & your mother.

You were wonderful 3 nights ago - I didn't dream that tenderness could happen. But it was an oasis in a desert & perhaps can never happen again. Tomorrow I have my "period"