iqmagi

Dear superfriends,

I hear this talk of crazy, and how the messenger stammers often unheard. Here is a delivery upon time and place that borders a clean and welcome exchange this afternoon. My daughter speaks, "Dad, talk to the blueberries again!" Dad says to his pint glass filled with the blue prowess and sweetened milk, "Hey you guys, you know what, I love you."
Laughter parlays to tear apart the whole of the humid portents that followed with a pool. Life is good.

Luv,

~S~