“The home is where the hope is .”
Dear Friend,
It has been a while since I last wrote you a letter. You might have worried about me, or at least I hope so — but I’m fine. Actually, I wonder if you remember me at all. But I promise I always thought about you. I used to look at the happy faces in…
No I am not a poet.
I don’t know how to rhyme.
I hope,someday, when we’re withered and rusty,worlds apart,or right up the alley,you’ll find me.You’ll find…