I like to look at you, absorbing every detail of your face; the look in your eyes, the lines that form when you smile. And in your voice I hear warmth and clarity; the expression from your soul ringing to the world like a clear bell. Apart, my thoughts fly back to you I see your picture and your letter, and I smile. 3/31 - 4/1/86 Joan
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