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“MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. Good riddance to bad rubbish. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky.
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