- Quetzal
Right back at ya, my golden cica--and I should live so long as to see you in a nightie. Hmmm. It is something to live for though, and remember towards. Meanwhile, I am sloughing--a midwinter molt. It is a brutal winter. Quite. Dad has the flu and mother has become one. No reality either. LOL Time has stopped for me altogether. Strange times indeed.
-Edes arany cica
with many thanks and nose-gays of kisses to tickle your toes, and hugs by the bunches and love and prayers and countless blessings.
ever and ever, your little dragon,
Indigo
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