“ IGNIA? pleasant surprise. how’s Lanox treating you, my dear? I hope they’re treating you kindly... are you eating properly?
soft spoken in her words was she; with the gentle, flowing might of a stream or a brook, babbling away in the daylight to twilight hours, a small trickle dancing through the tidal flow of life, as if knowing no thing greater than its own self consciousness. that, was she.














