I hope, wish that you are well.

Dear, beautiful J, I wrote a few lines to you, but this program ate it. It was written 2020-05-16. With love, Karoly.

2020-05-15. Dear J, I accidentally deleted my letter. Unless I find it, will write it again tomorrow morning. With love, Karl.

Dear J, I thought of you a thousand times but could not write to you.
My love is my master, opened one eye;
I know my animal, I was surprised
By his song; love-light poured through
The window, filled my body, he cried.

And in the score of this haunting serenade,
In the forever blue between
The more and the less of the blue of the tiles
Of the Escorial, trampled on more than once
But still beating is my heart.

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