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Next day Saturday I mostly talked to architects about show. Went to see museum, met people, measured walls, talked and talked and talked. Went again around the city, took photographs of negro slums (dangerous looking, saturday afternoon  drunks, was looked at with hostility) Went home were slept a while (was tired) then had diner at home of Girard with them and 2 couples, local nice people and art lovers. Had diner (tunafish and asparagus!) in the garden by candlelight (atmosphere), went to bed early reading half page of book fell asleep with light on. (I had in mind to write you before end of day) Sunday was one day too many, I [[strikethrough]] stayed [[/strikethrough]] should have left Saturday night. I wanted to go to Cincinnati but no convenient train, decided we'll go there together in Sept. Sunday walked again in city, took notes (the "mural" will have to contain some details of Detroit itself) then, till evening when I took the train to N.Y. I watched a boy unrolling a carpet of grass (bought at the store in strips like a stairway carpet and then unrolled on ground)

I'll write you tonight more about you, your letters about me. I'm sleepy, I'll take a nap in the afternoon

Good bye darling, till this evening

(You made a beautiful drawing in your last letter for me - rabbit.)

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