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first breath of Fall, always makes me so full of life and thrills me with so many and strong desires, memories and sensations that sometime I can hardly contain myself. 
I must not write more just now. The dew is drying.
Last might at three I was wakened by the cry of a little owl. It must have been on the very windowsill, but it was dark as a hat and I only turned over and dreamed that I have it.
With love
From 
Grace