The room that you are in the walls are so high I cannot climb them. Your stone walls are so thick the sun does not shine thru them. The winds of time has taken an effect on you that I have tried to unwind. The twined words of others has left you in this room. I am here I am not a climber. I will use this chisel to take down these walls. Annette I love you more and more as each day passes. These little stones at my feet , I will show you how I take care of them.
