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dearest agnieszka,

well, i fell asleep thinking about it. and didn't i dream...i took the girls to an early mass on saturday night. there was a white cooing dove way up in the dome of the ceiling and as much a symbol it seemed to me to be in a church, someone decided it had to be freed and coaxed the dove down to be carried out the front door on their arm during the gospel. when we returned home, the girls went out to play and i was alone. mr walker (earl of earl and virginia, who are both dead) was tilling soil in our garden so new seeds could be planted...my husband's garden, mind you. good celery stalks were coming up like carrots, an early spring crop. he handed me the bunch of celery and a vibrating device which he said would be good for coring celery hearts. i set the celery on the counter and impulsively took the celery heart corer to bed with me. i awoke with a strong sexual pulse. but isn't it odd, agnieszka, that such a good dream should leave me feeling rather desperate. just thought i would tell you.

with warmest regard,

elizabeth

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Liz Haight
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April 1996

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