DEAR ONES,—
Aren't the days jolly and comfy and full of tilings! Just delicious, every bit, from dawn to the first star ... and after, long after-. . . but by that time, of course, your eyes are too full of pictures to stay open another minute, and you hurry off to hang them in your Dream Gallery. Did you know that our Dream Gallery holds every picture our eyes have ever.seen:. . . though we can't be sure when we fall asleep which one we're going to be shown? Sometimes it's just a rapid glimpse of several, and next morning when we wake we say we've dreamed the silliest things! I hadn't the littlest idea of talking about dreams, though. I've been in the bush, and I meant to tell you about it; but if you're in it you know, and if you're by the sea instead you're too full of gold sun to listen to green shade. More holiday letters . . . and please, please, PLEASE don't tell me about 'which train you caught and what time you arrived! If you wait just to think even a teeny bit, you'll know that these things don't matter in the very least ' : FAIRIEL.
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Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 17, 21 January 1928, Page 16
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196DEAR ONES,— Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 17, 21 January 1928, Page 16
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