xob2 kumo I appreciate it. The electronic file. I appreciate it. No one has ever done that for me. Listened to me. Took me into account. You do. All the time. It's around us. Subtle smell. Real. Human. Even if it's just an act. You're there. I know it. And I might wonder: Where did you go? Nothing was holding you back. Should I go, too? Whatever. That was my attitude the whole time. I love you. 090501 what's it to you? who go blather from