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My Dear Mrs. Dickinson
I hope you have
not throught me indif-
ferent. I had no words
at first, and, now, I can
only say that my heart
aches for you, day by day.
I dare not so much
as suggest sources of com
fort to you; for in the early
days,
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there is no comfort, at least
none that we are willing to
recognize as such, and our
burdens we must bear alone.
This dark and terrible
journey of life will be over
one day. Till then, may we
have courage and strength
to walk the appointed path.
[?] Mr. Dickinson of
my remembrance, and believe
me
Very sincerely,
Jos. K. Chickering.
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