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April 6, 1935.

My dear Mabel:

I think it is a perfectly lovely book! Just long enough. I always feel that a book which deals with feeling about a place simply commits suicide if it is too long. This kind of book ought to be like those wonderful places where we once stopped for three days and ever since, all our lives, have been wanting to go back to. And "Winter in Taos" does leave one with a feeling of resentment towards fate for all the seasons one has missed being there. The photographs are about the best photographs I have ever seen bound up in a book. In almost every one the sky and clouds are glorious. One can almost feel the quick chill those clouds cast over one, when one is walking in the dust down below. You must be delighted with the make-up of the book, and I find the text even more interesting than I did when I read the manuscript. It has more charm for me than I can reasonably account for, and that is always a good sign in a book.

With love and good wishes,

(signed) Willa (Cather)

so, those peculiar and particular subtle sensuous impressions that one has in that really magic place. I suppose people who haven't been there won't like it as much as the personal ... books, but I loved it. I should have written instantly to tell you so but I had to move all my possessions to get settled in a new apartment...

I hated not recognizing any of the names you talked about -- accepting Tony and Spud and Brett -- and I would love the feeling of those crystal mornings beyond most anything. It was a wonderful experience that you gave me out there...

Mary Foote.

Sara Bulette
Country Gentleman
Philadelphia, Pa.