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Dear Jack

As I sit here—the weather is now perfect, day & night—I have jotted off the enclosed & send you—(of course use it or not.) Your letter arrived with the enclosures. I keep well—go out most every day. I suppose you rec'd​ received​ the Tribune (27th I think) with your letter in, which I sent you—& the other papers I occasionally send. No news particular—I sell a book now & then—

No, I have not been to any watering place—they are no company for me—the cities magnificent for their complex play & oceans of eager human faces—But the country or sea for me in some sparse place, old barn & farm house—or bleak sea shore—nobody round—Meanwhile I get along very well here—

Walt