Letter from Stanley to Muriel Green, North Camp, Ripon, page 3
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"Freckles" (last page)
"I'll be glad to see Ireland, + glad especial to see those
"little people who are my kin, but I ain't ever staying
"long. All me heart is the Angels and the Limberlost is
"calling every minute. You're thinking, sir, when I look from
"that window I see the beautiful water, ain't you? I'm not
"I see soft, slow, clouds oozing across the blue, me
"big black chickens hanging up there, + a great feather
"softly sliding down. I see mighty trees, swinging vines,
"bright flowers, + always masses of the wild roses, with the
"wild rose face of me Ladybird looking through........
"... + whether it's the things that I loved or the things
"that I feared, it's all a part of the day.
"Me heart's all me swamp Angel's, + me love is all
"hers, I have her + the swamp so confused in me
"mind I never can be separating them. When I look
"at her, I see blue sky, the sun rifting through the
"leaves + pink + red flowers; + when I look at the
"Limberlost I see a pink face, with brown eyes + red
"lips, + it's the truth, sir, they're mixed till
"they're one to me!
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"Freckles" (last page)
"I'll be glad to see Ireland, + glad especial to see those
"little people who are my kin, but I ain't ever staying
"long. All me heart is the Angels and the Lumberlost is
"calling every minute. You're thinking, sir, when I look from
"that window I see the beautiful water, ain't you? I'm not
"I see soft, slow, clouds oozing across the blue, me
"big black chickens hanging up there, + a great feather
"softly sliding down. I see mighty trees, swinging vines,
"bright flowers, + always masses of the wild roses, with the
"wild rose face of me Ladybird looking through........
"... + whether it's the things that I loved or the things
"that I feared, it's all a part of the day.
"Me heart's all me swamp Angel's, + me love is all
"hers, I have her + the swamp so confused in me
"mind I never can be separating them. When I look
"at her, I see blue sky, the sun rifting through the
"leaves + pink + red flowers; + when I look at the
"Lumberlost I see a pink face, with brown eyes + red
"lips, + it's the truth, sir, they're missed till
"they're one to me!
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"Freckles" (last page)
"I'll be glad to see Ireland, + glad especial to see those
"little people who are my kin, but I ain't even staying
"long. All me heart is the Angels and the Lumberlost is
"calling every minute. You're thinking, sir, when I look from
"that window I see the beautiful water, ain't you? I'm not
"I see soft, slow, clouds oozing across the blue, me
"big black chickens hanging up there, + a great feather
"softly sliding down. I see mighty trees, swinging vines,
"bright flowers, + always masses of the wild roses, with the
"wild rose face of me Ladybird looking through........
"... + whether it's the things that I loved or the things
"that I feared, it's all a part of the day.
"Me heart's all me swamp Angel's, + me love is all
"hers, I have her + the swamp so confused in me
"mind I never can be separating them. When I look
"at her, I see blue sky, the sun rifting through the
"leaves + pink + red flowers; + when I look at the
"Lumberlost I see a pink face, with brown eyes + red
"lips, + it's the truth, sir, they're missed till
"they're one to me!
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"Freckles" (last page)
"I'll be glad to see Ireland, + glad especial to see those
"little people who are my kin, but I ain't even staying
"long. All my heart is the Angels and the Lumberlost is
"calling every minute. You're thinking, sir, when I look from
"that window I see the beautiful water, ain't you? I'm not
"I see soft, slow, clouds oozing across the blue, me
"big black chickens hanging up there, + a great feather
"softly sliding down. I see mighty trees, swinging vines,
"bright flowers, + always masses of the wild roses, with the
"wild rose face of me Ladybird looking through........
"... + whether it's the things that I loved or the things
"that I feared, it's all a part of the day.
"Me heart's all me swamp Angel's, + me love is all
"hers, I have her + the swamp so confused in me
"mind I never can be separating them. When I look
"at her, I see blue sky, the sun rifting through the
"leaves + pink + red flowers; + when I look at the
"Lumberlost I see a pink face, with brown eyes + red
"lips, + it's the truth, sir, they're missed till
"they're one to me!
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North Camp, Ripon
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France and Yorkshire
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