Loon Lake

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In a great dramatic scrawl, full of flourishes:

To Joe—

Herein all my papers, copies of chapbooks, letters, pensées, journals, night thoughts — all that is left of me. Dear Libby is to keep them for your return. And you will return, I have no doubt about it. I have thought a good deal about you. You are what I would want my son to be. More’s the pity. But who can tell, perhaps we all reappear, perhaps all our lives are impositions one on another.

w. p.

Loon Lake

Oct 24 1937