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Here I sit toward sunset in my big old chair in the 2d story room in Mickle street wafting affectionate wishes over to you—

Nothing new or notable in my affairs. I am still alive & in as good trim & spirits as the rule & fates & luck permit—go out sometimes propell'd in a wheel chair—Dr Bucke is well & busy (So much in these words)

Love to you & all— Walt Whitman