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Sunday Febr 13 1944

Dear Leda (means Love & Hedda)

Received now two letter from you 18 and 20 Jan.  One of them contains two pictures of you, the proofs, the ones you cut and colored, you look very pretty but I want some to see you All, the head is always too big and looks strange but the whole is a lot more like the real thing.  Your letters are good and make me feel sitting on air instead of chairs, and mixture of all I like most like the first moment when I enter in the dark of a movie house plus the sadness of a too beautiful landscape in the evening when it's too big and out of the limits of understanding plus the happiness of something good mixed with worries because it's good but short like Saturday afternoon at school when the good Sunday was the best thing but had something wrong: the following Monday (In your case or mine rather, the Monday of the letter means the end of the letter, always too short.  It has something good the fact that a Sunday can be followed immediately nest day by another Sunday (another letter form you.) (We have in comon something: you believe that I'm a little bit idiot and always explain me things twice or too much, I do the same about you like above.  You right.  I'm a bit stupid, I don't catch things too fast) In the past letters you wrote me recently you said a lot of things I didn't answer yet.  I wrote you indeed