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28 January, 1927 I shall remember you standing in your blue apron and waving. Oh damn it, Virginia, I wish I didn't love you so much. No I don't though; that's not true. I am glad I do. Your Vita

9 August, 1929 I am longing to be with you, but shall understand if you say you would rather be alone, or if Leonard thinks you ought to be. Vita

8 December, 1926 Oh, but it was a treat having you here. Such a treat, I haven't yet got over it. I wish I could think that you had been one half as happy as I was. Vita

8 September, 1928 I could sit up all night: we might go to moonlight ruins, cafés, dances, plays, junketings: converse forever; sleep only while the moon covers herself for an instant with a thin veil, and by day traipse the vineyards. Virginia