Like a child
at
Christmastime, I await your
letter...
you weave musings so fascinating
in spite of the hellish world in which we live-
our Earth.
Your way with words enchants me,
sparking my desire to think...
and to love.
It is you I await.
You do not bring me to life but
through your words to me, I find the missing
pieces of my long forgotten dreams and
skills I had forgotten I possessed; they are back.
I'm mentally alive.
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