So dear John,
I wonder will this letter find you in time...time for what you ask, oh John... before the blink that fixes dreams.
what's that dear...oh John how I think of the many thoughts of you and to whom it never concerns but...oh never mind John for you are so many to me... like the lies it's self you are my first doe my boughton John off how many streets... but whoa as me John for you where my greatest summer to which I regained needed life thru self, an yet in the same to whom made me know the saddened notes and how they sound when we have been played no different than the harp, thy piano, or maybe that fiddle I've heard ye play down in Georgia... but oh John my dear dear John I write for one hope and one alone which is this....that when the time comes to awake from the spells of life and that of love I will give you the same internal fixes that you had inadvertently given unto me, because lastly my John (well- for the numbers have become many) I say this...to u all that the letters of love are meant to find us each in just the Knicks of time... and every time we do oddly find so i bid you a dew but only until we meant yet again.
L♡VE,
C.M(L) aka Jane Winters (Hancocks better half) both;6&9💌