You feel wonderful. Wonderful. All my skin pores are full of you.

Silence your brother, sounds as a storm. As if Bach, Beethoven and

Mozart were given a concert. Everything is perfect. The planets are

aligned. In perfect synch, totally in tune. It couldn’t be better. Thank

you. Your sisters the stars are twinkling like crazy. Ah, I can see Venus.

I thank sweet Heavens for being enjoying so much.

And look, am not sick. I’m breathing freely. These days that simple

body function is not available to millions of people. Sadly.

My love is at home. My child at hers. We were fortunate to had filled

our bellies. We have fruit, nuts and water. And I’m drinking red wine.

Have my guitar two feet away. What else could I possibly ask for if I

have everything. Thank you, sweet Evening.

Sincerely.

EO