Watching the retelling Saturnsday has destroyed me.
Balletic and extreme airmanship, the querty is insufficient
for my emotions.
My thoughts are dead, too much to tell.
I will return when my anger is subsumericed and relinquishes
my grief.
My apologies to you but the Queen’s English does not suffice
my wording.
Love to you all.
When the hurt is burned out.
Cya soonmetime.
