Once again the yellow leaves of Avalon fall. . . and the crisp air that brings them death walks with invigorating life to my silenced soul. . . for always you come in the autumn, bringing with you beauty and love. A compassion known only to myself and a warmth of spirit that places you above all else in my dreams. You fill me with your touch and I am satisfied at the very brush of your hand. The warmth of your embrace brings light for I know that I am wanted.
-Don Santiago Cabellero de las Ordas y Trujillo y Tenorio -
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