O Nancy! I Like Your Dad, Is He Not by Spirit a Little-Like-Me?

 



Nancy, from predictable sources for you when I am in a felt way 'shut out' in felt ways from the spiritual/erotic CenterOfBeing, I 'found' your Daddy, and know that Francis Hunter and I will have ever been 'kindred' in mind-by-evidence, and I hope his love and adoration for you was of the bedrock kind of which my lock on Thee is 'blood-real.'
YES we methinks Francis H and I-- would have made perfect hiking/camping buddies, to weather storms and freeze as Wilderness People (you inclusive!) do... 
I wish I could have met your Dad, Nancy, yes I do... as the-more I wish to meet you, other than by the souled-melt I emphatically undeniably have for Nancy Hunter (forget z)


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