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and as I look across the white, crusted waste I see such mellowness of yellow sunlight and long blue and purple shadows that
I want some adequate manly partnership to help me reap the rapture of such beauty. In one place a stretch of yellow grass
standing above the snow or blown clear of it glows golden in the slant light. The heavens are blue as my love's eyes and the
illegible are black lace against their infinite distance. Last night I walked across the frozen white under a moonlight and
starlight that made the way seem through the wastes of a stellar illegible and not along the surface of one poor planet. Write
and tell me, I pray you, what these big brothers of yours, the mountains, have been saying to you of late. It will compensate
in part, but only in part, for the absence of your spoken words. Yours truly G.W. Cable 01749