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7 March 1978

Dear Lynn…we found today that you are dead of your own

hand in that far place. We don’t know what to say or think…

so I am writing this to you to let you know that our memories

are of form & movement before the sickness in another time.

Martha said they found you in the barn. That was a good place…

you loved the animals so much & the act was yours. I do

wish these lines would make a song for you but the words slur

in my eyes & there is no music in the creek.