If the bones of the house appeal build from appliance to the bowl your hands position and empty, never lonely. Amid snowstorms the day passes from me to you, its scenes awash with love. If I dream the tea cup your mother gave me tears and I try to mend it with the wrong glue it turns out the dream is teasing. Let’s go to Hawaii on our way to the Library of Congress. How can I think you for the pleasure of your company.