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Beloved confrere!

I only this moment found your words...and how they doth envelop me.

Warm me forthwith in their familiarity.

This place dissolves to the times when we would gather round the table to partake of the mystical vintage...

That wine was so very good!

Say you have not left this realm my kindred.

Your lingering presence quickens my soul...

I watch for your words of truth...

Shadowlace
August 5, 1996

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