i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

wonderful people to support me today.

for yj, terry and janice.

i have hope.

just tired.

glad that you all stopped to sit with me for a while

and protest with me, pat me on the head and encourage me to keep going.

different kinds of love, i feel them all the same.

and i feel blessed beyond words.

dearest i hope you know

that everything comes from love.

all of me.

and im not quite ready to give it up,

this is another last gamble...

one more call to the skies for love to come home.

misu misu.