(Jeffe) An old man was sitting at his table one day. Writing a letter to pass time away. His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee. Saying won't you please write a letter for me. Oh what
I read your letter yesterday. If fell between the covers and my bare skin. It fell between my crying. And my longing for you I loved this one too long. This one much too much. Sometimes I gave
let go of thoughts. I'm holding inside, I know. Can I write every meaning to convey?. (Hoping this letter is in your reach). In spite of any situation. Every line of your voice reaching into my head