My dearest Nora, wherever thou mayst roam,
Charlie Parker.
It just does not get any better.
I can lay in my room, warm and snug in my bed, window open, watching the clouds roll on by, listening to the birds riffing with Bird, and feel like all is right with the world. This moment is perfection. I do so wish that you were here to share it.
May the grace of He keep you always,
J.O. Morris
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