June 23rd, 1973

Feeling much better today– tired, sluggish– no energy. Richard’s mood seems to have passed.

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Note:

Dear Boy–

Sorry about my mood. But that is just me. Sometime I’ll explain why I have been this way. But for now, please forgive me.

Each time we sort of come together it’s like something inside of us holds off on complete giving. We never seem to get to that certain point of wholeness. I want that. I really want to be, sometimes, just completely involved with you. Sometimes I want my own separate peace. 

Larry, you mean a lot to me.

Love, 

Richard.