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  Dear Walt,

I wish this letter to convey some aroma of our sweet English air today—fresh & life giving—& the cheer of our English sky perfectly pellucid & clear after the storms, & bright with sunshine.

From my window (4 pm.) I look out to the hill—Rivington Pike—standing  while (dark here & there with trees) against the sky.—The whole scene wintery—but exquisitely beautiful & cheering.

And as I sit here to write, & think of the winter of your fate, I am cheered & strengthened. The same spirit of beauty is revealed in winter as in summer, & love whispers immortal hopes.

Love to you, dear Walt, tenderer than of old, & everlasting. Love's kiss & prayerful blessing to you

Wallace