Message | what...am I the first to be a guest of the choklit chanteuse? I've been roaming your pages, filled with warm light and obvious delight in the written word. Where is the book, the novel, the play, I ask, amid the delicous colors of gold and crimson, the sensuous flow of text and textiles, baubles and beads, fingers folding holding finely woven fabrics...perusing it all with anticipation...
amused by your musings I too am mused and pushed by the urging buds of spring into action and light
this day turned and lengthened a season set right on a tipsy planet's late return, she tiptoes home from her winter's night
bon chance with atelier choklit! signed, ani miel |