You may grow a bit weary of praise. That is not why you write with such masterful skill. You do so because you must. I sound presumptuous insinuating my untalented self into your heart/mind, but you bring forth long dormant music from the strings of my heart that have been quiet so long I’d forgotten they were there.
I cannot say more. You KNOW!! I am at the place where gratitude can’t be adequately expressed.