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Waveland, Fla., Aug. 22. '86.

Dear Bro. Charles:

Doubtless you think
it high time to hear from me – if
indeed you think there is any chance
that you can well hear at all, for
my past record is such as to
induce the belief that I have no
intention of ever writing again. If
such is your belief you are
destined to disappointment, not
only at the present, but [?]
int he future.

I am seated by the north window
which looks out over the river, here
nearly a mile wide. the fresh wind
is hurrying over from the Bahamas,
ruffling the water out there and
making a great rustling among
the [great waters?]. It is cold and
[inviting?] under these trees – but I
know a great deal better than to
[?] out there to try it. Why? Because