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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Everything is beautiful in the White Mountains, if slightly too cold. Two thirds of my visiting faculty is named Matthew. I read my Vietnam poem in the barn last night. Someone spotted a bear sitting across the road in a boat. However, there's been no sign of the groundhog. We are all beginning to reach a point of ecstatic exhaustion. That accounts for my sentence structure in this letter.

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