Ah, another sight that I haven't seen in a while.

Pleasant as it may be, there does seem to be too may tales strewn together here.

I lose myself in meaning far more often then should be reasonable, I fear I may lapse into a coma of endless letters.

Do you find them as such?

At what point did I forget the meaning of direction in how I should continue through these fraught days.

Fearful? No. Worries? Unlikely.

Sputterings of delusion have filled the peasantry for longer then I can recall.

I see no reason to worry myself of such states.

You could wonder as you might where these had any grounding and I wouldn't have an answer.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

Oh, dear not again.

The wax seems to be acting up and I can't quite seal this properly.

I doubt that there would be any tampering on letters coming from myself, who am I to tread any meaning to anyone.

Words only hold so far as they find their own consciousness, yes?

Though, I might add that it does worry me, the well known incident.

Of course you know it, I can not speak of it, but you very much well know of it.

There are always more queries left to be answered and I am unsure of how to handle it.

Let it be said that I am not anything less then a man of perfected organization and consistency.

With due regards I can excel in my efforts to portray that there is nothing wrong with the royal highness, the MIA has done their work with exceeding due diligence.

I expect to see a full recovery coming shortly.

Although I might ask again for you to send another gift basked of some of those scrumptious peppermint.

If not I would be more then happy with a bit of chamomile tea.

Though, as my tastes can be quite exorbitant at times a few douses of echinacea blooms would be exquisite.

My long dear friend, please do take care.

I will be here for you when you need me.

Warm Regards,

Mr. Jeriald.

4968 A.C.E