well you know, I’m not one famous for brevity, after all, why notuse three words for every one sufficient, satisfying the egotistical statistical curve of the illnesses of literary illiteracy.
exactly.
but brevity in thanking,
the swift surety of a few chosen, well aimed, words, is the arrow in the bullseye, that is taped to my chest, directly over my heart, that part, from which we ship and receive immense gratitude countless kindnesses and proofs positive, that our two hearts yet beat, marching in more than unison, nay, marching in a
unification greater than any distanced separation!