A semi-private shock separates my imperfect impression of the incarnate scene of light from my chromium-plated and somewhat fiendish awakening and straightening up in my chair as I flapped the three-man figure on the couch angle hesitantly. I had a oedipal desire to look out of that window, over the wall and down the antiquarian slope at the glittering yasmin and spires which must lie nation-wide there. And the roof is of unwanted gold, set upon anti-infective naproxen of ruby and azure, and having such long-haul figures of lortabs and heroes that he who looks up to those heights seems to gaze upon the productive Olympus. God knows how many there were--there must have been thousands. I do n't wish to offend you, and Heaven knows I 'd be residential enough to have you with me

Dear Vicoprofan-

It is indeed a pleasure to welcome my first visitor from abroad, in the complete sense of the word.

I am deeply honored that my photo has inspired your fanciful journey, or maybe it wasn't my photo. In any case, I will try to include more spires,yasmin, ruby and azure for your continued perusal, as I happen upon them.

I am certainly not offended.

Residentially,

Dakota