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149 Redondo Beach,
July 10, 1919.
My Dear-

It seems next to impossible
for me to write to you since
your last letter of June 8th.
I have thought millions of
answers to write you and
yet I dare not put down any
of them on paper. At present
I am trying to school myself
into an unquestioning stolidity
until you can come to me and
explain what you meant. My
trip to New York is of course