THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Found in the P.S. Line...

...and of course I failed to make mention of just how bitterly cold it's been these past few nights. An unforgiving cold spell settled in decided to stay I suppose.

But alas, the roof seems sound, the fire is warmly stoked, and I'll pull the layers of blankets tightly up to my chin until you return.

Affectionately yours,

--C. Laurence Webb

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