Sunday, September 2, 2007
Dearest Mr. H. ~ (Notes and Letters Series)................................
No manner of measuring the gift thee crowns into this woman..I once believed mine worlds beneath the days were cast oddly out of tune with footsteps surrounding. Then I heard thy voice speaketh, felt smiles of recognition court the air and danse with souls wedding anew, smiles spreading above...
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