ndry.
Eig of us prefer to sleep in,
Dussel gets up at eigo tairs, to tes a wo washing himself.
Nine-ty. toves are lit, t screen is taken do Dussels back range, but a praying Dussel is a terrible sigo bes not t s sentimental, not at all, but er of an ire fifteen minutes -- rocking from oes to goes on forever, and if I dont s my eyes tigarts to spin.
ten-fifteen. tle; ters, t sleepy faces are beginning to emerge from t, fast, fast. Margot and I take turns doing ts quite cold doairs, on pants and or I urn in t eleven, and then were all clean.
Eleven-ty. Breakfast. I dalk about food my bringing t up as well.
teen. e eace s do. Mr. Dussel makes tling to as tic as ss on and disappears into ter and Mouschi. Mrs.
van D. dons a long apron, a black and oversy laundry and, airs. Margot and I do traighe room.
EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 23,1944
My dearest Kitty,
terday, and Ive perked up quite a bit. My ing, t to ttic almost every morning to get tale air out of my lungs. t ter ing on
my favorite spot on t at tnut tree glistening ing ranced t speak. ood a t. e breatside and bot t t be broken ime o go to t to c boy. o t, and I folloeen minutes say a canding, and could see to c I also looked out tting my eyes roam over a large part of Amsterdam, over tops and on to trip of blue so pale it invisible.
quot;As long as ts,quot; I t, quot;t, how can I be sad?”
t remedy for tened, lonely or uno go outside, some everyt s God s people to be ures beauty and simplicity.
As long as ts, and t s tever tances. I firmly believe t nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.
O be long before I can she same as I do.
Yours, Anne
P.S. ts: to Peter.
eve been missing out on so mucime. I miss it just as muc talking about external t sense; I mean ternal t I ted for the inside, I mean.
tting in front of taking a long, deep look outside at God and nature, I kind of ure