The Replies Book

Share the biscuit, save the gravy.

Are you all in the South now or have we been on a road trip encompassing breakfast eateries and local feed-places?

We learn philosophy by night and gloss lipstick colors by day.

We cut wheat by hand and toast to passing phases.

No plan, thank goodness!

Still sun-blond bleached and on show in the display center.

Sipping a swimming pool volume of absinthe and taking it slowly, we wonder if the future slid in under the door.

Kindly place your comments in the red box.

We take all suggestions seriously, and at the same time with skepticism.

A small sip a day is hardly noticeable in its human effect or in shrinking the backlog.

Hello to the waves, the spumes of foam, the secret pockets of warm, cool and cold.

Watching the breaks and the breaches, the sway and the smothered.

Etching secret formulae in the sand.

Building batches of numbers and letters into new realms of wonder.

The kindest, fondest thunder.

It was so very funny, they told me to laugh.

It was well meant and it was sound advice.

No pharmacy had laughter pills, powders, or capsules.

So I started to write jokes, in my head, on my feet and in smoke rings in the sky.

I think an exclamation mark is long overdue!

There was a sense of demure amusement and excited serendipity.

The desert, the mountains and the icy cold spring water sizzled in a decorous orchestral flourish that will never be forgotten.

Signing bonuses, blessings and crisp broccoli were handed out to the honorees.

We decided to book a dazzlingly romantic trip via historic mounds and architectural treasures.