Inky,

Hugs, and thanks. I didn’t see the poem was written months ago (and now I remember reading it back then too, even remember rolling my eyes and breathing). I can’t seem to stop giggling about it. May 25th. Hahahahaha. It makes way more sense, now. And you didn’t cause my suffering, sister, I have an old trick knee that buckles under me sometimes. 🙂

Kind of like a cosmic spa… a little mud facial can exfoliate old pores. 🙂 You’re still a goddess to these eyes, sis, what a journey! May 25th. Hehehehehe.

With warmth,
Matt