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Aren't you lonely in that empty house you ask. Yes no. Alone yet not alone am I. Adams Street is never far out of mind, I
often times wish my notes scraps-, all the gleanings of my wanderings were in your grand garret. How hot it is here Lots
of Hale's hydrogen must be blazing in the sunbeams. And how fast the months whirl. Here's June all too soon next comes our
outing ere much of anything's done, while from Marian's letter no Hooker may be seen all the summer. But hence vain laments
There's work; up at it, cautiously pray time-devouring Hetch Hetchies, Del Montes speeches may never again catch us. With
love, ever yours John Muir