Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Haha. I have this rather lucid idea about the receiver; her identity, that is!
I'm sure you are right, sharp-witted Prince!
Wayworn I stumble over the doorstep and into this blog. Joy to the world, as they (always) sing/screech. Since your last message :) I have had peace too. Suppose that equates to joy somewhat ...
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Haha. I have this rather lucid idea about the receiver; her identity, that is!
I'm sure you are right, sharp-witted Prince!
Wayworn I stumble over the doorstep and into this blog.
Joy to the world, as they (always) sing/screech. Since your last message :) I have had peace too. Suppose that equates to joy somewhat ...
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