I live to write for you, from a house on a hill, near the tiny town of Merrill, Oregon, where it’s again, sunny and bright. It’s my preference to read one on one, my bound and bundled words; Mount Shasta’s shoulders standing strong over our ours, and maybe a cup of tea with something sugary. But, for another time. Please know, I try my best not to waste words or your time. What I tell is of love and truth with an occasional PARTLY true fable, disclosing non-obvious fibs. With hope we meet again amidst words. Until tea…