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they call face-fungus and many a time I'd have shaved it off but for my promise. But now I'm proud of the elegant growth. Somehow I'll try & get a snap taken & send it.

Time is telling on my failing health. I'm tired. Dysentery & fever sapped my energy. All I want to do is sleep. I find no appetite even to eat cake or scones. Perhaps I'll pick-up -Sedina, who knows.

I'm at heart an incurable optimist and I'm ready to believe this month will see the beginning of the end of this war. Morale 'lifts' arise from victories and it also relieves this soul devouring depression. I agree to bigger & better victories.