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France
Dearest,
I am free as a bird – flying across France looking for my nest. Less poetically, I’m trying to hitchhike to my outfit. Am spending the night with a QM shower bath company, no less. It all seems poetic because I have seen the old, moated, cobblestoned town of Toul. Fascinating.
Thought how fine it would be for us to travel in this sector. We could learn and see a lot of things. We must do it sometime. Meantime, I’ll see what I can of it and make believe you are here, too. You seem so close when I go around looking, alone.
All my love,
Wallace
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