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July 1950 – I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there’re more strawberry runners set, and so one goes on living, near there earth. At times like these id call myself a fool to ask for more…
