my dear dear Theo

my dear dear Theo

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edward w pritchard

my dear dear Theo,

Brother,
Have I told you how I admire the work of William Shakespeare. How do I miss London now that I am no longer in Belgium, no longer preaching to the poor. Now poor myself.

 Thank-you, thank you Theo for the check, it is a loan really. Please try again to sell some of my paintings. I enclose a few more. Maybe one of your dealers will look at the picture of the Sunflowers. I know they are hard to please.

I wrote another Jesus story. I know, I am no longer a preacher. Read it if you wish. Maybe you can sell one of my pictures. I do want so to make good in the world.

Vincent