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[Page 39]

BEURE
Friday 19
Oh dearie me aint it cold my hair is all icicles
Saturday 20
All the ponds are frozen over I slipt on my dignity
Sunday 21
Ice a foot thick in the well and the fire's out
Im very dirty and almost afraid to have a wash

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