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out of a band of mist like a tulle bridal veil
laid endways & they go up in subtle gradations
of blue into snowfields, which stand out
hard & sharp against a pale blue sky.
This house is the acme of comfort, & the
Chinese cook cuts my breakfast melon
into the shape of a flower each morning, a
touching & delicate attention.

There is something peaceful about life here.
The Hambers are good to us. They are
both busy & they give me a sitting room
to myself & I am able to do some writing;
though I long to paint & to reproduce in some
way other than words, the magic of the