Journal
Leila Rae, 1990

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Everyone seemed to be cross . . .

My Violet . . .

In Barcelona . . .
Why do you think . . .
Buying horses and cows . . .
Sisterly bickerings . . .
My eyes are bruised . . .
A few miserabe shaky . . .
A kind of treaty . . .
At one end of the room . . .
Here at last . . .
Your letter still delights me . . .
I think it is about time . . .
It has vanished . . .
We are not at all anxious . . .
For we mothers . . .
I see that real printing . . .
They were the treats . . .
I was so much overcome . . .
We came back . . .
So sweet . . .
Do, for God's sake . . .
We've won the war . . .
I just wanted to put you right . . .
A particularly seductive stable boy . . .

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