|
Reeka, dear, I doubt you can read this, but hopefully some of the love and good wishes for your improved health will come through it. May you return hale and hearty and ready to post again!
Hugs and blessings,
__________________
"And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams,
In what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams..."
|