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I asked in my last letter if your garden was in bloom yet. I suppose I've gotten my answer. it's 12:11 in Rochester and now the flour city has made one more bed. we'll fill it with cake, three if we can— lemon, I know, is especially nice. mica mica stellula miror quid sis natura
for my grandpa. rest easy.
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