Destination is the trivialest thing in this torrent of thisness, thisness in an all too sunny place. Under a gooey sheet of fentanyl schedule becomes an unseemly word, nowhere's an alluring face. The garden fence of words gives way to invasive species, loosestrife, chaos and misunderstanding. I'm tired of proving I'm not like this face. It doesn't matter.
Be well and be blessed always. We love you. Warmest regards to you our very dear friend.
I think you and Mike often and fondly, Bessie. xxx
Thank you Del.
I hope you are well or at least well on your way to recovery - 90 is very fine of course but 94 or 97 or maybe 102 ....would be better...
Powerful, Djelloul!
I don't think you should change a word of this.