A couple days of wind and snow has served to act as a winter for us – it has cleared away murky January with its’mild pseudo-autumnal barrenness of earth – a brilliant sunshiney day notw reeks with March feeling – and with it comes again all the agonizing unrest that goes with spring
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A thunderstorm last night with vivid lightening and summer-like thunder – This morning a wonderfully soft warm air – all the frost is out of the ground again, a dense mist arises and drift by before the breeze – The pores of the earth are open – the mild air makes one expand and loosen up – on such a day man I inclined to mating and abandons himself joyously to the soft loveliness of a woman.
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     Another dream last night – a glympse into that legendary world of mine which tantalizes me and fills me with sadness because I can never really experience it (unless perhaps thru madness).  I was making a drawing of a peculiar ramshackle wooden structure that seemed like a marketplace.  I had been drawing all night and now as I was finishing, dawn was breaking.  I wish I could somehow describe, even for myself, the strange supernatural aspect of this dawn – it seemed as if it were some wonderful dawn experience of my earlier life when I was somehow freer and more innocent.  Human life commenced to stir – men were hurrying to work I saw Paddy Lyons –
     The scene changes, I am on that kind of a street that always hovers at the edges of towns, to the southeast – I saw a wonderful old wreck of a house and next to it a[1]