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1 wanton Rd SW6, London-64 Oct 26
Darling Betty,
To write to you is like writing to a ghost, theirs no solid give & take only imagination. I imagine you like to have an occasional letter, but is what I think interests you or not I never really know. And this summer you seemed so far away I hope what I told you, you will keep to yourself, its no one else's business. What one is in reality is the only thing which counts + one leaves many a friend behind in the search of one's true self. I would like to find a friend on a simelar [[similar]] path as myself, I think everyone would be it doesn't worry me greatly. I have no sense of lonliness [[loneliness]] with so many little creatures my friends. I gathered nearly 20 bls of chestnuts from Kew