Text: Gemma Hayes. The Hollow Of Morning. January 14th.

I hope this letter finds you well
everyone here misses you so
The trees are bare and the swallows have flown
The yard is covered in snow

Your dogs are acting crazy, we cant figure out why
and me? Well I'm thinking of you...
all the time
all of the time
Almost all of the time
all of the time

Write soon