here,so many The Gardens of the old country were so lovely--
thIngs are I don't know what to write any more. q
uncleAr--My f r
garden wastes f s
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THIckEns,Fire I measure out these columns because the i-
reIGNs OveR deas won't c- ome. They a- fford me some
sAnd,Mirage, sanity, which these days is otherwise obs-
&all.UmbrellaS cured by the heat pouring in from outside.
. BIG,OverThe Plagues desc- end from the mountains. I
Plants,HIdden shut all the windows, lock the shutters.
LongtimeAND-- I can't stand the clicking at night, of
ER(Error)Roars insect bodies bounc- ing blindly into--
wiTH locust I hmst get out. I must save th- is land. Other-
Enswirls eN- wise our chil- dren will ha- ve no thing b-
(Cool-ly)He- ut sand--they will not know grass,or
Ighten(coLD) cool dew,or butterflies, treeshade--
HUngry,MANdibles they will not know god.
GnawingOnDust &it.will.be. my. fault. --MORE--