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Patterson, N. Y.
Dear Sam: --
Its frightfully cold out here -- and I've had tonsillitis for two weeks. Everyone but the old woman and the cats has gone into town for the rest of the winter.
How have you been? Do wish you would write once a year or so. Have your foreworn[?] all correspondence? I have so little news that there is no excuse for this except its Christmas time and I want to wish you the best for 1927.
Complications in Cleveland seem [?less] -- and I may have to give up everything and go out and struggle some more in that class. As it is -- I can't get my mind free enough of it to accomplish any work here ... yes "God is love" -- as Mary Maker Eddy says!
As ever --
Hart
