The grey clouds have parted and the sun shines once more on Charlotteland.
The nymphs are a gallivanting and the whores are a trolloping
The cherubs are a coo-ing, the angels are a chorusing and the trumpeters a trumpeting.
My dear sweet reader......you spoke to me!
(and if you take so long to respond next time I shall endlessly impose my appalling prose upon you. But for now, One is happy and wants to kiss you).
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