Here in Australia, the Letters arrive late afternoon. I look for the day's Letter as if waiting at the gate for the postman; so now does the friend who's been staying with me during the past few days. Your profoundly well-informed writings, balanced and clearsighted, are havens of calm in the chaos. Beacons of hope. The real thing. Happy Thanksgiving, in your beautiful Maine.
Here in Australia, the Letters arrive late afternoon. I look for the day's Letter as if waiting at the gate for the postman; so now does the friend who's been staying with me during the past few days. Your profoundly well-informed writings, balanced and clearsighted, are havens of calm in the chaos. Beacons of hope. The real thing. Happy Thanksgiving, in your beautiful Maine.
Here in Australia, the Letters arrive late afternoon. I look for the day's Letter as if waiting at the gate for the postman; so now does the friend who's been staying with me during the past few days. Your profoundly well-informed writings, balanced and clearsighted, are havens of calm in the chaos. Beacons of hope. The real thing. Happy Thanksgiving, in your beautiful Maine.