e una Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear and beautiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Schone.

    At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it.quot; My advice is: quot;Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o offer. Go outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.”

    I dont t, because o do if you become part of tely lost. On trary, beauty remains, even in misfortune. If you just look for it, you discover more and more h will never die in misery!

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    EDNESDAY, MARCh 8, 1944

    Margot and I ing eaces, just for fun, of course.

    Anne: Its strange, but I can only remember ter  Mr. Dussel  nigs noer to ternoon and Mr. Dussel is snoring again, ty, I deliberately made more noise to get to stop.

    Margot: ter, the gasping for air?

    Anne: tter, because it stops ion.

    I didnt e to Margot, but o you, dear Kitty, is t Ive been dreaming of Peter a great deal. t before last I dreamed I ing rig little boy from ting rink; er, troduced myself, overdoing it a bit, and asked  er.

    In my dream I  ers I actually knew!

    tanding in Peters room, facing eacairs.

    I said someto  replied t  love me all t muc I s flirt. In a desperate and pleading voice I said, quot;Im not flirting, Peter!”

    er  said it after all.

    Last nig Peters cing: t as soft as the cheeks of a man who already