Baby precious always shining...love notes to Tolkas and sound

'When she was born for me,
Singing the song of everything
That is what she sings,
She sings to me and she
Hears me singing to her' p122

‘unutterably tender…' p131

Tolkas in love letter to Stein about Stein's writing... 'its more crowded now….’ ‘you can almost say anything you please can’t you…?’ p161

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