Dixon
Thou art a wholesome speaker whose words float upon my screen like the lillies in the morning sunlight upon the great lakes of the north.
I beseech thee to continue in such noble endeavours so that all those blessed enough to walk amongst thy words will feel the sweet breath of thy speech.
Behold, I must be gone as thou has instructed but I live in the constant hope that the fate of yours and the fate of mine own life may lead us to cross paths again.
Farewell....
(Thanks for the beers last night too).
mali
