• Flea Market Love Letters

September 19, 1913.





Dearest, I hope oh so much that you are feeling all right again. I feel pretty good only I am so love sick + lonesome I can’t eat, nothing tastes good. Oh Darling how I wish I was with you. I tried to write you a letter last night but I was so blue and faint from lonesomeness that I couldn’t. Oh Darling what I need most in this wide world is you. Your Lover, Geo

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