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Dear Heddina dear don’t blame me for writing like that but it’s the way I feel, I desire you too much and I build so much so much around you & me in the past months. I desire you dear and I want a nice word from you. I need to talk to you and hold your hand for some time. This letter is not clear, I don’t know how to write, I have to think and all clear ideas are getting foggy mixed with - like on a screen - your hands, your fingers, your lips, arms and all you dear. And a nice walk around East River with you and what I want more, a whole night of talking to you about lots of things and listen to you sleeping. These are not ideas , are just images I have when I think of you and that’s the main thing. Dear I love you dear, don’t forget me and don’t become a stranger not even for a moment. I'm always with you and you are for me the only reason for life, the way the roots are for a tree. I love you dear and we’ll all be happy together, never before I felt nearer to a human being, don’t go away from me dear, I’m sure you won’t I love you dear dearest, I kiss you hands dear and you. So long dear S.
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