Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
May your fingers never freeze and stop you for re-creating over and over again dear William
I read again yesterday, they are not beautiful winter poem, they are beautiful poems for winter so cruel in so many ways, a wish to belong to them who roam winter and never get cold, the moments, the very few moments where you can get warm a glass of something, closeness to your loved one, these are true blue Winter cold poems, the bare bones would also make me wish to run with those wild wolves who never get cold, and run against the wind. An warmer days I wish for you soon..., a warm day, one that doesn't chill you to the bones. Thank God you didn't have to burn the pages. What a lost that would have been.
Through warmth, and through chill, it was, and is, and will always remain, an amazing time. Thank you again, Lorraine.
I am so happy to know that, that through it all it was an amazing time
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