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Why why why are the May's breaking-up the dear old Dublin life for us all?
Change, change, how we have to learn it.
You tell us nothing but can't you come and visit us over a Sunday some times in Dublin? [[underline]]Do. [[/underline]]
My Dick Fisher  
whom I love more and more[[bottom of page]]
[[written crosswise on page]]
is also to be far away (gone into a fine government foresting life out in the Rockies) and I am left mighty tender hearted.  
  We are all well, very.  Our love to all your family.  I trust your news from your noble sister Edith is still good. Yours affect. Abbot H. Thayer
Let me send my love to Ms Paine.

Transcription Notes:
1.[[visit is blurred as if drop of water fell on it]] 2.[[My]] has smear over it