early spring 1877
I cannot let the Grass come without remembering you, and half resent my rapid Feet, when they are not your's - The power to fly is sweet, though one defer the flying, as Liberty is Joy, though never used.
I give you half my Birds - upon the sweet condition that you will bring them back - yourself, and dwell a Day with me, and Bliss without a price, I earned myself of Nature -
Of whose electric AdjunctForgive me if I come too much - the time to live is frugal - and good as is a better earth, it will not quite be this.
How could I find the way to you and Mr Higginson without a Vane, or any Road?
They might not need me - yet they might -
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