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    <title>MacNeice079</title>
    <Collections>Letters to George and Mercy McCann</Collections>
    <Contributor>MacNeice Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1963 Aug 26th</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>MacNeice079</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Sam Thompson</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>she had more shoes than any woman I&#039;ve ever met. As for the garden, he&#039;s turned it into a boneyard. My new book is coming out on Sept. 13th: I’ll send you a copy. The contents on the whole are prerry sombre but I couldn&#039;t help that. We saw Sara Thompson, who seemed sprightly. Weather here has been stinking. One might as well be in bed – which indeed I have been mostly. I hope you both flourish. Sorry not to be seeing you at this moment. Love, Louis. P.S. Had a letter from Bimba who&#039;d had a great time at Puck Fair in Killorglin.
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