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Dearest Mate-Woman:-
I am still filled with the joy of your voice that was
mine last night when you sang. Sometimes, more than clearly
wronglet concept of you, there are fiber-sounds in your
throat that tell me all the lovableness of you, and that
I love as madly as I have always madly loved all the rest
of you.
Oct. 2, 1912. Wolf-Man |
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