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#1747: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield Fisher, January 3 [1935]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Dorothy1;

How glad I was to have a word from you on Christmas morning! December is my magic month: all good things seem doubly good to me then. No, I don't remember translating3 Heine4's Three Kings5, but how like me to be translating from a language in which I couldn't have conjugated a single verb! I am well, happy, busy—driven to death by outside things, but now I have my three magic-making children6 out of Morganland7 to retreat to, and they heal every wound, banish every vexation. They make the world as fresh and dazzling to me as it was when I was twenty. But the magic is not their genius; it's their noble natures and their loyal loving hearts. Write me again, my dear, it gives me a warm thrill to get a letter from you. And please come to see me when you are in town2.

Lovingly Willa