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it makes me so sad the way anna's papa lumps around, napping all day, bored & confused. all last night, he kept offering me beer & chocolates, garbling some english about our broken television - something about putting a pot of soup on too. saratree is visiting me tomorrow. it was awhile ago that we lived in the woods by the pond, but it was the best while. i do wish, think i should, live next to a clear, cool lake in some trees again. it will probably smell like cream. want to come - you could draw & we could be our own "oversouls" and say sucks to mr thoreau & drink in sunsets & pass out from living. im going to see my mama for finger sandwiches in a few minutes.