From a far engulfing glade, Simpbol ran through an open door, following the wind, and upon the view that presented itself through it a charming lady thus did sit, full open on a chair. “I came to tell you that I love you,” said Simpbol to her. “Did you want to listen?” And to that she did reply, “Not being able to say all of what is understood, I’d rather say nothing at all.”

June 1972