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SILVER SHOAL LIGHT
some fun with us, too. He tells me that I must stop, as he's going in for the mail now. Give my love to the tenement babies! Tell them that there is a lady who lives in a lighthouse (I don't suppose they could imaging a lighthouse, could. they?) and that she wishes she could send them a nice little wet wave, wrapped up in a sea-wind, but that she's afraid the postman wouldn't stand for it!
Lots of love,
Elspeth.
