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Feb. 7/45

Dear Miriam:

I am so stupid.
I sent this to the wrong address
and only found it today
buried on my untidy desk.
I do not really know what I
wrote you.

Mother sits up a very
little [now?]. [Is?] still [weak?]
and almost always cheerful.

Life is very strenuous.
But I want you to know
I think of you, and daily
in my prayers I ask God's
blessing upon you.

Every your friend
Miriam Van Waters