You are a Being who expresses. What have you long not expressed?

Sweet Writer of ALL THE BLOSSOMS THAT SPRING BRINGS.
You put into words "What Dreams May Come". You bring a New Song into my heart with your precious words.
I don't even think about it and out pops a song, a melody, a dance (at 83 it's a pounce). You have no way of knowing what this HeavenLetter speaks into my heart. I suppose I'll go out tonight and howl at the moon or purr at my next door Llamss.
Everything is brightened by your words, (yes, I know they really are HIS.) But they come via your fingers. I want you to sense their POWER and fragrance! We all are enriched by them.
George the howler

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