Dearest Julian,

The clock is on the stroke of twelve, and as the chimes ring out one by one into the lonely room, it seems incredible to me that so few hours have elapsed since you were here with me. I picture you now in your studio busily at work on your painting . . . how I wish I was with you! This hour yesterday I was on the piazza with my dearest Julian, listening to Poe's wonderful poems. I took up the book a little while ago thinking to interest myself in it, but soon put it aside, for I really did not have the heart to read it by myself, so there it lies on the table waiting for your return to be opened. . .
ever yours,
Anna

Anna Dwight Baker, Windham to Julian Alden Weir, New York, May 10, 1882
National Park Service, Weir Farm National Historic Site, Wilton, CT

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