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AUGUST 8

No no no! Speechless only in the direction that it is one of the more moving things to happen to me in a while. You discern me, honor me—I just can’t . . .—just have to hold the poem up.

Disneyland is very disorienting, isn’t it?

I loved meeting your family, all of your children have a kind of calm joy in them that I think you put there. Or maybe Tony. Tony’s a doll.

Hell starts on Monday: it’ll be three days of pretty constant scanning (and I’m a little afraid of MRI machines) and that’ll transition immediately into surgery. Then I’ll get to rest and probably lose some weight.

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Max